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The Quality of Light

Posted By on January 8, 2020

Either Peter or I get up with Caroline in the morning to make her breakfast and see her off on her day.

The agreement is that if one of us is awake at 6, they will get up even if it is not their ‘day’. 

This morning I awoke about 5 and could not get back to sleep so I got up with Caroline and then watched the sun rise with the cats. This morning all four joined me as I watched the light go from predawn to sunrise. There is some cloud-cover so the colors were rather breath taking. I think my favorite place to watch a sunrise is on a beach but this was good too.

I have made my list for the day and had to alter it within the first 15 minutes of writing it.

Now the cats are more spread out to their usual morning nap positions.

I have a few things I need to do on the computer and then I will get to those things that need to be done here.

I am grateful for beautiful sunrises.

Monday Morning Musing First Monday 2020

Posted By on January 6, 2020

Or I think things out for the week.

This time of year is kind of a funny one for me.

It is the beginning of the year during which certain things happen every year at this time and other things pop up that must be dealt with especially if you have your own business.

There are other things that I bring over from last year to this year that still need to be done.

Today is also, according to Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes’ birthday. He was born in 1854. In honor of that, I am watching the 1984 version of the Speckled Band and then will be watching other Holmes fair.

I have so many ideas flowing through my brain. I have puppets I want to build. Stuff I wish to get done before Farpoint. Writing I need to do and want to do. 

This year I would really like to get back to the dolls. I have ideas of what I want to create and, now that I have found my tool, no reason not to dive back into that craft. Also, I would like to learn to knit and crochet or rather purl and crochet because I can only knit at this point. And felting looks cool too. Yes, I do love fiber arts.

I have some other things that have come over from the past year including going things that need to be gone through to keep, donate, or toss. I think I have a lot more varied types of envelopes than I realize along with other office supplies.

But today I am resting my knee which is swollen to about the size of a grapefruit. I can’t bend it all the way and the pain radiating from my knee is going into my shin and ankle as well. I know what is wrong and it will either correct itself or it won’t. Just plenty painful right now.

I am grateful that I can walk rather than hobble.

Warning for Words

Posted By on January 5, 2020

I am going to talk about language and the Internet today. This is my opinion and I know that your mileage may widely from mine. I am putting it behind a cut so that no one has to look at my words which might make them uncomfortable. There are no swear words used.

This took me three days to write as it is a very complicated topic for me.

There is an episode of the Disney series Recess where the kids use a word they made up rather than a swear word. The word they use is womp. It allows them to express their frustration and anger and even sadness without using language that is forbidden at their school. The adults of the school decide that womp must be some dirty word that they don’t know and forbid its use at the school. When challenged on what womp means, the adults can’t define it.

A living language like English is called a living language because the words and means of words can be really fluid. It is not a fix language. It has rules that are followed but even those have evolved over time.

When I was a kid gay meant happy. It’s even in the last line of the Flintstone theme song, “We’ll have a gay old time”. By the time I got to high school gay now meant homosexual the nice version of the word and fággøŧ or fág was an insult. When I first heard someone use fággøŧ, I wondered why they were calling someone a bundle of sticks tied together. Thank you, Mr. Shakespeare.

The other day Caroline said that one kid was using the r’ word and they got in trouble for it. “The r’ word?” I asked. Retarded was the word being used. When I was a child retard was a shorter form of mental retardation which replaced the word mongoloid which was used to describe people with down syndrome and those who had formally been called morons, idiots, and imbecilic. Then somewhere in the 1990s-2000s it became a forbidden word to the point that kids today don’t say it but use the letter instead. The current terms used seem to be special needs and intellectually disabled or developmentally disabled.

This is a prime example of the euphemism treadmill where a pejorative term is replaced by a more politically correct one that, over time, it becomes the pejorative and a new word is used.

Safe space is another one of those words. It started on campuses to give marginalized people a place to express themselves and talk about how they feel marginalized among a group of their peers. It allowed for groups to gather and discuss issues that were important to them and get feedback.

Now safe space has become a bit of a hot potato on the Internet. There are people who use it as an insult when a group of people exclude others to create a place on the Internet where they feel safe to discuss things. There are other people who use it as a way to isolate them from ideas and concepts that make them feel uncomfortable. I am waiting to see what the substitute is going to be. Another pejorative used to describe a safe space is hugbox.

I have a bit of a problem with the concept of safe space especially when used on the Internet and it can be a bit of a tightrope walk between what the original concept was and how is use used now.

I really don’t like the idea of exclusion of ideas. I have heard and read some things I do not believe in and, in fact, are the antithesis of what I do believe. It makes me think about what I do believe in and why I believe that. It confirms my belief rather than tearing it down. If I read something that changes how I think or believe, then there were some things that I believed which were wrong and now I have a new way of looking at it.

I do believe in personal space on the Internet. A good friend of mine Laura Antonio has declared that her Facebook page is her front porch, so her rules apply. She does not insist that the entire Internet conform to her believes. She does believe that she doesn’t have to read/deal with internet dreck in her Internet house. I believe the same thing. There are a few places on the Internet that I have created over time where I impose my will. I am all for discussion however when it reduces to name calling then it is no longer a discussion.

Now we come to a word I want to vanish from the Internet because it has gone so far from what it was originally used for. I do believe in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder formerly called combat stress reaction formally called shell-shocked formally called cowardice. I understand that certain situations and stressors can make this so much worse for the individual. I want to lose the word trigger from the Internet because it has lost all meaning.

Trigger seems to have become the word to use when one is uncomfortable with a situation or a word. Uncomfortable is not trauma. Uncomfortable is life.

Trauma is the experience of severe psychological distress following any terrible or life-threatening event according to Psychology today. Getting the incorrect latte at Starbucks is not traumatic. Surviving a car crash is.

I especially do not like the word ‘trigger’ when it is used to shut down honest discussion and debate. Or when used as a substitute for uncomfortable.

Example, this happened to a friend of mine who is white and male and straight. He was talking to a co-worker female in the staff room about the new gym membership offerings which became part of the company’s health policy. They were debating the pros and cons of several gyms that were in the area or near where each of them lived. A couple of people wandering in and got coffee or their lunch while they were talking.

Two days later he received a summons from Human Resources. Apparently one of the people wandering in was ‘triggered’ by the discussion she heard about gym memberships. She felt like they were shaming her because she is overweight on purpose. So, she filed a complaint. HR had called him in because they had to hear his side of the story and inform him that there had been a complaint filed against him. He was flabbergasted. He told HR that yes, he had been discussing the new gym membership benefit while eating lunch with his fellow employee. He had no memory of the individual who filed the complaint even being in the room at any point. They told him that they figured that was probably what happened. He came to find out later that this individual is a frequent flyer with HR because they get ‘triggered’ by things all the time.

This is different from the son of a mother I know who has a service dog after returning home from Afganistan. He was injured in a Military Vehicle when it ran over a mine and then the vehicle was fired on. He made it out. Most of his buddies didn’t. It took him a long time to return to his new normal but certain things like fireworks can throw him back to that day. The dog helps him realize that he is here and not there. Fireworks are a trigger and cause him real phycological problems rather than him being uncomfortable because of a conversation he over-heard.

Language changes and how we use words change. Something that was innocuous in the 1920s is now frowned upon in the 2020s and the reverse is true was well.

I do believe that people should have the ability to find a space for themselves where they feel comfortable on the Internet. I do not believe that the entire world should have to bow to something that makes one individual uncomfortable.

I am grateful for words in all their meanings.

Watching the Sun Rise

Posted By on January 2, 2020

This morning Caroline starts her first day of school for 2020. She had some after school activities and a couple of Doctors’ appointments after school. I sent her off with a bento box lunch, a water bottle, and a strong hug.

I have been awake since 4:30ish and got up at 5 because I didn’t want to wake Peter up. The cats were pleased they were getting fed their wet food before the sun rose. 

There is a calm surrounding the house as the sun starts to rise. The noise of a train coming into the station and trucks rumbling up the street break the silence but then we go back to quiet.

The cats, having been fed early, are pretty much sorted out into their morning nap spaces with Mewlan and Inky on the couch watching the front yard. Once the sun comes into the room, they will settle into their naps. Phoebe is bouncing around playing with a discarded puppet ear that has become her favorite toy. She also pulled all the cat toys out of their basket overnight.

My mind is going through what I would like to get done this morning. Some things are dependent on getting other things done. Other things are more important and must be done first. There is an order to my brain and to my list that I understand but it makes no sense to Peter. Caroline gets it but then her brain tends to run like mine.

We finished the Mandalorian and found it good. We are now watching our way through Lost in Space season 2. We are not lacking in things we want to see.

Today the world returns to whatever passes as normal these days. Some businesses will not be really open until next Monday January 6th. Did you know you can re-use your 1992, 1964, and 1936 Calendars this year? I know I have a 1992 Tolkien calendar still.

The world has gone from night to day. The sun is peeping over the horizon illuminating our yard. The few clouds have that lovely shade of pink to them like the painting Impression, Sunrise by Monet.

My brain is a bit all over this morning and that is with coffee and meds. But I can calm it down and focus on what I need to do next. 

I am grateful for sunrises that inspire me.

I am Barbara Walters and this is 2020

Posted By on January 1, 2020

We were watching the Ðìçk Clark Rockin’ New Years Eve last night. Caroline was thrilled that her favorite group BTS were going to be performing. After the ball dropped, ABC showed a series of clips of Barbara Walters doing her intro for 2020. So that was gotten out of the way within the first minute of the new year.

I had a number of friends going to either Roaring 20’s parties or Gadsby parties with the fashion of the times. I have some very clever friends and some awesome seamstresses in my friend circle. I also had a number of friends who reached the age were staying home and watching the ball drop was all the excitement they needed for the evening. 

I hope y’all had a nice New Year’s Eve.

I have decided not to resolve to do anything this year. I plan to just pick up the list from the end of last year and keep moving forward.

The gym is going to be a bit tricky the next six weeks as people come in to workout for their resolution. I have to find the quiet spot in the day to go. 

Today is going to be pretty quiet. I want to play around with a puppet pattern to see what I can do with it.

I am going to try to do some form of an entry a day here. I have no idea how long I can keep it up, but I am going to give it my efforts.

I am grateful for a quiet beginning to the year.