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July 4, 2020 aka Saturday aka Day 38 of the Reopening Epic

Posted By on July 4, 2020

Patriot (n) one who loves and supports their country.

The Fourth of July is an important holiday in the United States. 

It is when we celebrate that we have this country we live in.

I am a Patriot. I do love my country and the people in it. 

I love that I can say things about my government and not have to worry about being arrested. 

I know my county is not perfect in fact far from it. But I believe that we can and will do better. 

This pandemic has shown that we can work together and look out for each other.

I believe in the United States and the potential of our country.

Yesterday we watched Hamilton and today we will be watching 1776 and Captain America.

We will have hamburgers or hot dogs for dinner and make S’mores.

There is not a parade today but that is fine. We don’t need parades to show that we are patriotic. We know it in our hearts.

I celebrate my country and all the amazing people who live here.

I am grateful for America.

Bully for You

Posted By on July 3, 2020

Day 37 of the Reopening Epic. Friday June 3, 2020.

Caroline and I take a walk once a day and during that walk we talked about a lot of different subjects.

Yesterday we had a long talk about being bullied in school. 

She was surprised to learn that I was the target of bullies at school. 

Part of it was that they could get a rise out of me. They could get me to cry and thought this was fun. 

What they didn’t know is that I was not crying because I was sad but because I was angry and had no other outlet for my rage. I felt helpless.

And I got the usual advice like ‘don’t be so sensitive’ or ‘ignore them’ or ‘don’t give them the satisfaction’ or ‘it is not you but them who has the problem’ or ‘they like you and this is how they express it’ and that famous line ‘boys will be boys’.

It got to the point that I ran away from my elementary school and swore never to go back. That woke up the administration and they read the riot act to my class. I think the teachers were told to keep an eye on me as well. It wasn’t perfect but it was not as bad as before.

Until High School where it started up again. It was only a few individuals who had been my biggest tormentors in elementary school. Unfortunately, we all had shop together. The workshop was in the back of the school and had great places for people to confront other people without anyone knowing. 

One day I was confronted on the staircase by my biggest bully and his two buddies. He was saying all kinds of mean things and then he poked a finger in my chest. I snapped and knocked him down the stairs along with his two goons. They pretty much left me alone after that.

It was not perfect after that, but it was better. I also found a group of like-minded folks to hang with and it improved even more.

Caroline was tormented by the mean girls of her elementary school. I think part of it was jealousy of all the cool things she got to do. Caroline was accused by them of always bragging about her life. All she was doing was talking about what she had been doing. Apparently having cool parents was also some sort of a sin. Also, she got along with the boys which was apparently a grave sin in their eyes. 

High School has been better for her too since she doesn’t have any classes with her former tormentors.

We talk about how bulling is bad, and everyone should feel safe in school. There are things that have been done to improve the situation. However, kids can find ways around the rules and the promise of social ostracization can be strong. 

I know a lot of bullies have low social esteem and make themselves feel better by tearing down others. Some are just out and out sociopaths. There may be something in the home life that makes them act out like this or a chemical imbalance in the brain. 

It does not give them a right to take out their problems on others.

I am very anti-bully and trying to help those that I see being bullied.

I am grateful for those who see people being bullied and do something about it even if it is uncomfortable for them.

I should be going to Canada today

Posted By on July 2, 2020

Day 36 of the Reopening Epic aka Thursday July 2, 2020

This weekend we should be in Canada at the convention, but we are not.

I should be getting ready for Shoreleave but I am not.

Conventions for us are a large part of our year. 

They are an additional source of income for the family. 

They are our social life where we can get together with friends and family and be among our people. 

They give us feedback. Writing is a very isolated profession. You sit down and write a story then hope that others enjoy it as much as you do. Conventions give you a chance to find out what you wrote meant to others.

I have a number of friends who make a majority of their income at conventions. This has been a rough time for them and there is no really end or rather restart in sight. They are muddling along but it is getting dire for them.

I have other friends who earn their living performing. Right now they are wondering when they will be able to do so again.

The arts have been hit very hard in all this. 

Producing entertainment has come to a halt. 

Musicians are working on new music but cannot produce it.

Yes, we are finding ways to get our work out there. But it does not make up for the income we are losing because of the current situation.

I miss the convention portion of our lives a lot for many reasons.

I am grateful for virtual convention gatherings.

July 1st the Halfway Mark for 2020

Posted By on July 1, 2020

2020 is halfway in the books. 

If you had told me what was on the horizon on January 1st, I would have not believed it. If you had sent me this year as a novel, I would have passed because it seemed too over the top to be taken seriously.

But here we are. It is Day 35 of the Reopening Epic after 73 days in self isolation. 

I feel like we are playing a worldwide game of whack-a-mole and we are the moles with the virus being the hammer.

Right now, we are carefully popping our heads up but getting ready to duck at a moment’s notice.

Today my parents are moving into their new home. It is the end of an era. We lived in that house for almost 48 years. It would be 48 on July 7th

I am of mixed emotions today. I am proud of my parents for taking this step before something forced them to. I will miss the house which had been my home for most of my childhood. But it is a house. I have my memories of the place and there are photos. 

I hope whoever purchases it has as much fun and love as we had in it.

Because my parents are moving into a condo, I have concerns about them encountering the virus. They have been isolated in the house. However, I am less worried because my Mom is a nurse and is very cautious.

Last night Peter was on the GalaxyCon Talk Comics webcast. I sat next to him and occasionally comments on what was being said. It will be up on YouTube in two weeks. It was a two-hour conversation about Peter and his life in comics and fandom. There was an additional hour of the boys talking to each other but that was private. 

Today we are continuing the big clean. I have a plan that I need to execute to get us to the next step. It seems like every time we make a dent; it becomes undented in the next step. I know that it will work out in the end, so we keep going.

I am grateful for 1146 Lullwater RD NE. It is an awesome house and an amazing place to grow up.

Crafty Tuesday The Next Generation

Posted By on June 30, 2020

Day 35 of the Reopening Epic

In a year Caroline will be getting ready to go to college.

We decided that in that year I would teach Caroline various life skills that she can use like cooking.

She wants to be able to create clothing for her along with costumes so I can pass that baton onto her.

Trying to teach someone how to do something can be challenging.

I hadn’t realized how much of what I cook of dishes I created is based on the premise that I know what my measurements should look like but couldn’t tell you exactly how I do it.

It is sort of like baking and certain types of breads that your grandmother could make but they could not tell you how much flour they used when they folded the dough. They just knew having done it over time.

I am finding that about sewing as well. I have created little tricks to help me get things right. Trying to explain it is much harder. When the question comes up, “Why do you do that?” the answer, “Because it works for me” doesn’t help. I have to go back and figure out how to explain it to Caroline. I want her to have the basic skills down so she can create her own tricks.

I have gotten better about explaining how I make puppets. That is because I have done it enough times now and I have distilled it down to what is important to impart.

Teaching is something I enjoy doing. I enjoy giving others the information so I can see what they can do with it.

Teaching Caroline is an education in itself. I am learning more about giving instructions that make sense to others rather than just me. It makes me a better instructor.

I am looking forward to what else I can teach her.

I am grateful for opportunities to pass on what I know.