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Saturday, December 31, 2016

I Can't Believe 2016 is Over at Midnight


Until I sat down at my computer, I didn't realize what day it was. As usual, I'm not making any resolutions. It's not that I don't keep any resolutions, because anything I truly want to change or do better, I'm already working on.

All I really want, as every New Year's Eve/Day approaches, is that the coming year be one free of tragedy.No year is free of pain and sorrow, but some years are definitely worse than others!

I'm okay with my life ... things could be better, but they could also be worse. I always hope for the best and pray for strength during the worst. I've endured some tough times in the past, but I've also had some wonderful highs.

This year, the highlight was welcoming my second grandchild, a sweet, pretty little baby girl. She's still tiny and cuddly and immobile, so snuggling is her favorite pastime which is fine with me. Rocking those babies or playing with them makes my heart sing. Listening to them jabber and watching them grow is such a pleasure, and seeing their little faces light up when I smile at them fills me with supreme happiness!

I don't have everything I dreamed of as a child, but I've got the things that count. And that's more than enough. All in all, I'm pretty happy and looking forward to 2017 ... and I hope you are, too!

Friday, December 30, 2016

My (Temporary) Dining Room


I'm currently in the process of staining/sealing the top of the island, so it's off limits for eating until it's done. I've always thought the top was too light, but I planned on getting a larger top made and didn't want to waste the time and effort to stain and seal it. I'm not sure when I'm going to get around to getting a larger top made, so I finally bit the bullet and stained it this morning. It needs several coats of varnish, and I won't have a chance to start the sealing process until Sunday, so I'll be eating on a tv table for a week or so. I don't mind ... the darker stain is worth a little inconvenience!

Before ...
(taken while we were still moving in)

After ...
(but before any varnish)

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Multitasking ...


Sometimes it's hard to decide if you want to read a pile of books or play your xylophone ... so why not do both?!

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

To Kill a Mockingbird Banned

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain have been banned by a school district in Virginia after one parent ... of a high school-aged son ... was traumatized by the use of racial slurs in the novels. I have never read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, but I have read To Kill a Mockingbird. And it is one of my favorite books of all time.

Around here, To Kill a Mockingbird is required reading in all the high schools. My kids all had to read it, but they already knew what would happen. They were all in elementary school when I read the book. As soon as I finished reading it, I rented the movie. (Keep in mind this was back in the olden days, before you could watch every movie ever made online.)

I wanted my kids to know what this book was about. It wasn't about the n-word peppered throughout the book, it was about one man, Atticus Finch, who fought for justice and defended an innocent black man. The moral of the story isn't how many times the n-word was said ... the moral of the story is that you need to do what is right, even against all odds, and even when everyone else despises you and tries to harm you for doing so.

One line in the book gave me shivers. It was when the Scout and Jem watched the trial from the balcony with the town blacks. By the time the trial was over, the kids were exhausted, watching from between the balcony spindles. The courtroom is empty, save for Atticus and the blacks in the balcony. After Atticus finishes packing his briefcase, he starts walking out of the courtroom. As he does, one of the blacks sitting by Scout and Jem tell them, "Stand up children. Your father's passing."

Both of these novels are historically accurate in their speech. I can't speak for The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, but I do know that the moral of the story of To Kill a Mockingbird and the lesson it teaches reaches beyond one offensive word. In fact, it wouldn't be as effective had they not used the word.

Snowflake is an appropriate word to describe the young generation. They are so fragile and easily broken that they need crayons and Lego's and therapy dogs when something offends them or they don't get their way. It is a parents job to protect their children, but it's also their job to prepare them for life in the real world. Shielding them from every disappointment and rewarding them with trophies they didn't earn sets them up for even more disappointment when their mediocre efforts are no longer enough. They expect a reward regardless of whether or not they've earned one.

When I was growing up, you got a trophy or ribbon for first, second, and third place, and occasionally, for 4th place as "special mention. If you wanted to be rewarded, you'd have to work harder and do a better job next time. Those rewards, or lack thereof, taught us that hard work and dedication are the way to achieve success. Sometimes those awards were peer-voted, merely a popularity contest. Those awards taught us that life isn't always fair ... because it isn't. Those experiences prepared us for the real world. We were taught to dream and reach high. We were taught that if you fail, get up and try again. When we misbehaved, we were spanked ... not beaten ... spanked ... at home, at school, and even at another kid's house. Those spankings were the consequence of our actions. It doesn't take too long, for most, to learn to behave. We didn't wilt or give up. We strove to do better.

Today's Snowflakes don't want the world to be unfair. They don't want anyone to think or act or talk differently than they do ... and it offends them, sometimes to the point of legal litigation, if someone does. The parents of Snowflakes have failed at the most important task given to them.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that To Kill a Mockingbird has been banned ... but it does. Everyone is so worried about damaging the psyche of these delicate beings that they bend and knuckle under every time one of them pouts. The world shouldn't revolve around their tender feelings just because their parents failed to teach them how to lose with dignity or accept differing opinions.

My kids, I'm happy to say, are not Snowflakes. I didn't allow them to be disrespectful to me, each other, or anyone else. I didn't rush in and save them from every consequence ... and that is a very hard thing for a parent to do. I didn't force them to be the best, but I encouraged them to give their best and have fun trying. I held them when they cried and I gave them advice. They aren't perfect, and they've had their share of failures and disappointments. And I've always been there to comfort them and tell them what to do for a better tomorrow ... and it never involved litigation.

I was strict, but not mean. I live by the rules of the world and I expected them to live by those rules, too ... I didn't expect the world to change because my kids got their feelings hurt.

Right now, it's just one school district in Virginia who has banned two pieces of classic literature. I expect many more school districts to follow. And, sadly, I expect the list of banned literature to grow until children are taught nothing but fairy tales and the parts of history that are pleasant.

Be warned, as a wise man once said, "Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

For Your Christmas Viewing Pleasure


Who needs to watch Charlie Brown or It's a Wonderful Life or A Christmas Story on Christmas Day when you can watch Top Ten Worst Tornadoes and Why Planes Crash! Thank you Weather Channel!

Monday, December 26, 2016

Imagine My Surprise ...


When I found a picture of my office, taken from a blog post I wrote back in March called "From the World's Smallest Bedroom ...", on a website for "Home Living Now - Form Designs, Styles, and Tricks". The photo of my office was included in an image gallery for "Genius Smallest Bedrooms Imageries".

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Now THIS is My Idea of a White Christmas!


I'll take white sand, too, but fog works.
Basically, I'll take anything white ... except snow!

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Happy 100th Birthday Daddy!

My father would be 100 years old today. Obviously, my parents were older ... they were about the age of my friend's grandparents. I never gave it too much thought though, since my friend's parents seemed "old", too. Not as old as mine, but old nonetheless.

Daddy was ridiculously hard to buy for, made doubly hard by his birthday being on Christmas Eve. So, every year he got shirts, ties, and green Mennen aftershave. I'll bet he only bought one bottle of aftershave in his life ... the rest were given to him on his birthday/Christmas ... and were enough to last him until his next birthday.

It's hard to believe Daddy has been gone for almost 31 years. While he was no Ward Cleaver, he did his best to raise all of us kids. We had a nice home, lots of toys, new clothes, plentiful food, and a warm bed to sleep in every night.

After Daddy died, my mom decided to sell the house and moved into an apartment. The house sat empty for about a year. Every once in a while, I'd go by the house after work. I'd walk around the house, looking for something of "Daddy" to take. I could never find anything. Then it dawned on me ... Daddy was the house, Mama was everything inside. Daddy was the one who kept us warm and safe and well-provided for. Mama made life comfy. It saddened me to realize there was nothing inside for me to keep that was "him".

I think about my father a lot, but never more so than during the Christmas season, and especially on Christmas Eve. I remember Daddy driving us four little kids around on Christmas Eve to look for Santa's sleigh. My mother always stayed home ... to take a bath. I was always perplexed that she would take a bath at that time! She knew we'd be going out to look for Santa's sleigh ... couldn't she be proactive and take a bath in the morning or something?

Daddy always saw Santa's sleigh, but none of us kids ever did. Eventually we would give up and go home ... to discover Santa had came while we were gone. A little obvious now, but we fell for it every year. Mama would hand out the gifts and Daddy would walk around with a trash bag picking up all the wrapping paper and boxes.

I can still see all eight of us kids in the living room opening gifts, wrapping paper flying through the air like a tornado was whirling through the room. At the end, as the last of the paper floated to the floor, there would be a collection of green Mennen bottles next to Daddy and he'd smile and thank us like we had given him a new Cadillac.

As I watched my own kids opening gifts when they were little, I felt a bit like my father ... walking around with a trash bag, collecting boxes and wrapping paper. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!. Thank you for all you did ... and all you sacrificed ... to give us kids a comfortable life.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

If Olivia Was Ever Near a Navitivy Scene

This isn't Olivia, but it looks just like her. It acts just like her, too. I can totally see Olivia booting baby Jesus from the manger because she ants to lay there!