Monday, February 20, 2017
2/20/2017 #NOTMYPRESIDENT Day
Today is President's Day. A national holiday with many Americans getting the day off from work, post office and banks are closed, along with local and national government offices. In the past, this particular holiday has been a bit of an enigma to me. Although I am glad for the paid respite from work, I am not sure what I am suppose to be commemorating. This year, more than any other, I am in no mood to celebrate or honor the current occupant of the White House.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
2/12/17 Dick and Joan
The 10:30 service at St. Luke Lutheran Church is one with contemporary music, the one I usually elect not to attend because I prefer the 9:00 service with it's traditional hymns and liturgy. I was making my way down the side aisle to our usual pew in the front when I found myself needing to maneuver my wheelchair around another man's wheelchair. I did not recognize the man sitting in the other wheelchair at first because he had lost so much weight. After getting situated into our usual 2nd row pew, I turned to glance back and realized that the elderly man in the wheelchair was Dick, and sitting next to him was his wife, Joan.
Dick is a retired school teacher with an infectious smile and a warm, disarming sense of humor. In the company of Dick, I can't help but feel my burdens lifted, and soon, find myself smiling and laughing along with him.
It has been a long time since I have seen Dick at church. Nearly a year ago, he suffered a significant traumatic brain injury. It has been a long and arduous recovery with extended stays in various hospitals and rehab facilities. He has persistent health deficits as a result of his brain injury, and it has been relatively recent that he was allowed to return home to live with Joan.
As I turned to look at him, Dick recognized me, his eyes twinkled and the ends of his mouth turned up instantly into that old familiar warm smile. At communion, Joan wheeled him to the front where he gave the pastor a mischievous grin, looked as if he was going to tell him a joke, but instead, silently, took the proffered bread and wine. Seeing them up there, I couldn't help but tear up. I have missed him. It is so good to have Dick back
Dick is a retired school teacher with an infectious smile and a warm, disarming sense of humor. In the company of Dick, I can't help but feel my burdens lifted, and soon, find myself smiling and laughing along with him.
It has been a long time since I have seen Dick at church. Nearly a year ago, he suffered a significant traumatic brain injury. It has been a long and arduous recovery with extended stays in various hospitals and rehab facilities. He has persistent health deficits as a result of his brain injury, and it has been relatively recent that he was allowed to return home to live with Joan.
As I turned to look at him, Dick recognized me, his eyes twinkled and the ends of his mouth turned up instantly into that old familiar warm smile. At communion, Joan wheeled him to the front where he gave the pastor a mischievous grin, looked as if he was going to tell him a joke, but instead, silently, took the proffered bread and wine. Seeing them up there, I couldn't help but tear up. I have missed him. It is so good to have Dick back
Thursday, February 9, 2017
2/9/17 My Very First Meme
It is a well known fact that memes are taking over social media, and many of them are very clever. I know I am late to the party, but I decided to make my own as a way to personally protest our country's current political dumpster fire.
I am a big fan of President Obama. He and his family were the epitome of grace and dignity in the face of constant hate and bigotry during his time in office.
I love this picture. It shows a man that has carried the heavy burden of the free world on his shoulders for the past 8 years, and is now finally able to feel the pure joy of the moment knowing that it was a job well done.
Thank you for your service, President Obama.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
2/3/2017 Resist Trump!!
Happy to say goodbye to 2016. Good riddance. Although 2016 is behind us, it ushered in the cataclysmal election of President Trump, and the world is beginning to feel its aftershocks. I and the majority of my fellow Americans are bracing ourselves for the next four years. Hoping that America can survive Trump and his corrupt administration's term with most of this country's moral fibers badly frayed but still intact. At the same time, I am fearful that he will bring about irreparable harm to the world and spark a nuclear war.
It is reassuring to see millions of Americans rise up and resist Trump's hateful agenda. Spontaneous demonstrations are happening throughout the US and the rest of the world. Citizens are transformed into political activists, when in the past, they were more inclined to be in the background. Count me in among them. Jane and I have committed to do all we can to make our voices heard and to affect positive change where we can. Thus far, we have gone to demonstrations and have contributed to non-profits that will counter Trump's attacks on immigrants and the environment. It is going to be a long and relentless fight, but the alternative is too horrible to even imagine.
It is reassuring to see millions of Americans rise up and resist Trump's hateful agenda. Spontaneous demonstrations are happening throughout the US and the rest of the world. Citizens are transformed into political activists, when in the past, they were more inclined to be in the background. Count me in among them. Jane and I have committed to do all we can to make our voices heard and to affect positive change where we can. Thus far, we have gone to demonstrations and have contributed to non-profits that will counter Trump's attacks on immigrants and the environment. It is going to be a long and relentless fight, but the alternative is too horrible to even imagine.
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