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It has been an unusual day for me. The kiddos are gone to their other grandparents, along with their parents. So I’m here alone. Wow. No demands on my time, except to feed the kitties. I don’t know if I can handle this. I’m so used to having every moment of my life controlled by other people’s needs and demands that I don’t know what to do when that is not the case.

I kind of wasted part of the day by sleeping but then again, I’m not sure that was a waste. Then I took off to pick up a free bar of soap. I belong to a number of free/buy nothing/freecycle groups and I got the really neat bar of fig soap, for free. So I took off to go pick it up. Then I decided to eat breakfast (it was about 2 and I hadn’t eaten). It was such a treat to sit at Denny’s without any distractions (and for a bargain price and an  even greater bargain with a 20% AARP discount!). The Dollar Tree was the next stop for some craft supplies so I can entertain the boys. And I also do this thing for them each year where I give them a tiny surprise to open each day from Dec. 1 to Dec. 24. So I picked up a few things for that from Dollar Tree. They are tiny things, like a little piece of candy or a little car or stickers. Little things that they love to open as a daily surprise. I’ll have to get a few more but at least I have some to start with when December 1 rolls around. Then I came home only to find out that I had been selected to get a couple more free things so out I went again!

I was going to do a Weekend Coffee Share today but it’s so late (after 7) that I will do it tomorrow. I’m going to read some posts now and watch the 4 episodes of Gilmore Girls that were released on Friday, again. And I wrote a new Christmas story on Thursday night so I am going to re-read it and send it off to Solveig for her blog (which I will reblog here when she posts it).

I will bid you good night as I sign off to do some reading, listen to holiday music, and maybe have a glass of wine!

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I don’t usually do any kind of gratitude posts because it all seems so artificial. Why give thanks on one day just because the calendar says to? I am, however, thankful for many things on most days. Once in awhile things get to the point where I cannot think of anything to be thankful for. Luckily, that doesn’t last too long and I am soon back to having things to list as what I am grateful for.

I made it to Seattle. Last year I was sick and had to abort plans to come up so I stayed home alone, and sick, for Thanksgiving. Not this year! And this year I have a new grandbaby, Mati. Of course, I am also thankful for the other two grandboys! In fact, I would have to say that my three grandchildren and the one on the way are my blessings. They make life livable. On the days that I can’t think of a thing to be grateful for, they are what keep me going.

I am also thankful for my health. I still have a lot of health issues but after the major surgery in 2015, much has been resolved and I don’t take that at all lightly. I’m very thankful that things worked out as they did and I ended up at a top rate hospital that was finally able to diagnose and fix a lot of what was wrong.

My friends, family, and each of my blog readers, also have to be on that list. Even though many are “virtual friends,” you couldn’t be anymore true if you were standing right here next to me. You keep my eyes open and focused on things outside of my world. You keep me on my toes.

It is important to remember, daily, that, while our own world may not perfect, we each have something in our world that others don’t have. There are so many that have nothing, or very little at all. Be thankful for what you have and remember that you have far more than many, many people.

I guess that will do it for my Thanksgiving post this year. I am off to join everyone else upstairs and have a second cup of coffee and some much needed water! For now, I hope you enjoy your day, whether it is officially a Thanksgiving Day or not, remember to be thankful even for the smallest of things!

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I was doing a lesson about Thanksgiving with Anderson. We watched some kid videos on the first Thanksgiving and about the pilgrims landing at Plymouth. We talked about what it means to be grateful or thankful for something and about what we each could list as what we are thankful for. He made a turkey out of construction paper and we listed something to be thankful for on each feather.

One thing stands out for me from this lesson that I can’t really discuss much with my six year old grandson. Not yet. But I will get there. What is it?

When the pilgrims arrived, they arrived sick. They spread their disease to the natives who had no resistance to any illnesses coming from Europe. So they died. A lot of them died. And what did Squanto do after most of his people died? He helped the pilgrims learn to hunt and plant things they could harvest for the winter. He helped them to learn how to fight the cold and snow that would come in the winter. And when the pilgrims decided to feast, the tribe came and brought them food.

And what did “we” do? We not only brought them diseases they could not fight but we also took their land and drove them to isolated and barren lands; lands that would bear no crops to sustain them; lands that were harsh. And it continues today as “we” take their sacred land and water and dignity. We take and take and take some more and forget the spirit of giving and helping that the natives showed “us” that first Thanksgiving.

Talk about a sickness.

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I’m having tea today but there is coffee too, if you’d like. I’m experimenting with what I eat and drink as my stomach has been getting very upset so I’m trying to determine if it is too much coffee that is causing the discomfort. Mint tea is what I’m having. It’s my favorite tea. It reminds me of my mom and growing up. She always gave us mint tea to solve whatever ills we had. So today it’s mint tea.

The weather has turned cold here, cold and very windy which just makes it that much colder. I have an enclosed front porch and the wind has been so bad that it keeps blowing the door open and it slams into the living room window. I figured it is only a matter of time before the window breaks so I ended up having to lock the door so the wind doesn’t blow it open. The bad thing with that is that there’s no doorbell outside of the porch so if anyone wants in, they can’t get in to ring the doorbell on the front door. The good thing is that no one ever comes here unless they are trying to sell me something or convert me to their religion. So I guess it just stays locked until the wind dies down a bit.

I’m down but trying to keep myself focused on something positive. November is a bad month for me. Not only is it the time that our weather definitely changes, it is also so much darker out with shorter days, and it’s the anniversary of two days that I don’t like to remember. First, it’s the anniversary of the day my ex packed a bag and walked out, never to return. And second, it’s the anniversary of my brother’s suicide. So not a time I want to dwell in yet the calendar takes me there anyway.

I’m still trying to keep up with the aftermath of the elections but it seems that things happen so fast that by the time I read about one thing, it’s too late to act because it has already happened and there’s something else to get caught up with. I will say that my time has been limited, as usual. And I find myself treating myself with streaming stuff that I like, things that are familiar and that make me smile or even those that make me cry the sentimental tears, which are so much better than the frustrated tears.

While the demonstrations have all but ended here in Portland, I just read that Portland’s mayor is calling for a March of Hope on Tuesday. It is supposed to be a march and rally of solidarity to show that Portland stands against hate. I’m sure Portland PD will be on full alert. Let’s see what happens. I hope one thing that happens is that it will put a lid on some of the anger people have against all protests and deomonstrations. There is so much hate popping up from every corner toward every little thing. It’s quite disheartening.

On that note, I will tell you that I am trying to focus on happy things like going to Seattle to see my son’s family, especially the baby! I’m supposed to go on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. Last year I got sick right before so I stayed home alone. I’m hoping this year won’t be a repeat. I need something good to focus on. And on a silly side, I’m looking forward to the four new episodes of Gilmore Girls which will be available on Netflix on Friday! Yay! I guess even if I end up staying home  I will have something to look forward to, just not family and turkey!

What have you been up to? Are you spending the holiday with family? How do you celebrate? What’s on your family’s Thanksgiving menu?

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a a weekly blog link up hosted by Diana at Part Time Monster Blog. Come take a look and share some news, gossip, and a beverage!

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Some of our greatest songs were written in protest of movements, events, and politics. Every protest movement has its song. Sometimes we hear the songs and sing them without realizing that it/they was/were written as a protest. I bet you’ve done it.

Bob Dylan has written many of these protest songs. Here’s one:

Blowin’ In the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

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The protests have continued in Portland but by all reports, they haven’t been violent and vandalism has been kept to a very minimum; mostly graffiti and that too has been very little. The riot squad was called in to “escort” marchers and supervise protesters. That seems to put an almost stop to it.

And then the really great thing…remember yesterday I mentioned that there were private citizens volunteering to clean up the mess and clean the graffiti? Well, they have continued and it appears that everything is cleaned up. So now this same group is moving on to clean up trash and graffiti in other parts of the city. Cleaning up what is not related to the protests. How wonderful is that? I think it’s an amazing thing to have this spirit of taking care of our city. It’s also a wonderful example for our youth. Some families are going out together to help with the cleanup.

My dad always used to say “no hay mal que por bien no venga” which is the Spanish equivalent of all bad things bring forth something good, or every cloud has a silver lining. I think this is an excellent time to remember this.

Have a happy week. Be good to one another. Help one another. And if you know anyone that lives alone and doesn’t have anyone to speak to, check in on them. They may be needing someone to bear witness to their fears and their feelings. A lot of us that live alone have no one to talk to; to discuss things with and so our feelings build up inside of us and tear us apart. Go check on someone. Be there for them.

Yes, even in bad times, there are reasons to smile.

The #WeeklySmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent. Come smile with us.

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If we were having coffee, it would be very early. It’s not quite 5 am here on the west coast. I’ve been up all night. I can’t seem to shut down. There are too many things on my mind. There is a sense of hopelessness inside of me right now. It has been a tough week.

If we were having coffee, we might be streaming one of my favorite movies. In an effort to just detach from the negativity in the world, I’ve tried to stay off of social media as much as I can since early Friday afternoon. It has helped. I’ve streamed some of my favorite movies, the ones I go to when I want to feel good. I’ve streamed Under the Tuscan Sun, Erin Brokovich, Dirty Dancing, Shall We Dance, and I finished the last half of The West Wing Season 7. I can’t quite concentrate on reading right now. Or writing. My mind is filled with things that shouldn’t be in there.

Yesterday I wrote about a peaceful protest here that turned violent and ugly when an anarchist group took over the peaceful march. There was a lot of damage done. It saddened me greatly. However, within hours, there was a group that was out there cleaning up the damage; broken glass, over turned trash cans, graffiti. It was all cleaned up by volunteers that didn’t point fingers or blame anyone. They just went and took care of the problem. They also set up a Go Fund Me account to raise money to help the businesses that were damaged by the protesters. The account raised over $37,000 in about 16 hours. I haven’t checked to see how much more has been raised. This is a good thing. It helps a lot to know that just as there are people that are willing to destroy things and disrespect the property of others and that of the public, there are also good people that are willing to go out there and take it upon themselves to try to make things right again. That made my heart hopeful and it made me proud to live here.

Friday would have been the 58th birthday of a friend that died earlier this year. That was another thing that made my heart heavy this week. I read through old emails between the two of us and some comments on Facebook between the two of us. I read what others posted about her, too.

Then there is the fact that my seasonal depression was setting in before the election so there was already that component before the world went crazy. So it’s good for me to detach a bit. It’s good to try to take care of myself before it gets bad. Last year I bought one of those light therapy lamps but it arrived too late for me to use it because I didn’t need it anymore. This year I will use it starting now.

If we were having coffee, I would want to hear about your week. I would hope that you would have something good to share with me; something happy; something positive. I would want to turn it over to you because I’m plum out of things to share. So tell me about you; about what you are up to.

#WeekendCoffeeShare is a weekly blog link up hosted by Diana at Part Time Monster Blog.

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On Wednesday we did one good thing. We got out of the house and went for a hike with the boys. This has become one of my favorite places as it looks out on Mt. Hood which is one of those places that makes me feel at peace and puts things into perspective. I never get tired of looking at its grandness.

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Last night, Thursday, just like on Wednesday night, there was a peaceful protest against the Trump win. On Wednesday night it was peaceful but after the protest, there was a lot of graffiti left by Trump supporters, including swastikas, on buildings. Then came last night. The peaceful group assembled in Pioneer Courthouse Square (we’re talking Portland, Oregon) and began their march. Somewhere along the way, outside groups joined in and hijacked the main protest. The outside groups included at least one anarchist group that has been active here in Portland in the past. There were other groups but, because I am not sure of who, I won’t name them. Suffice to say that they were not the peaceful group which began the evening.

It turned violent. It turned ugly. It turned destructive. There were fights. There was spray painting. There was smashing of windows. There was rock throwing. There were fires in the street. The police were severely outnumbered. The group was about 4,000 protesters against a tiny police force. Portland has a total of 500 police, however they weren’t all on duty because things had been so peaceful. So there were just a small number of police against the 4,000 and that made it far too dangerous for the police to go in and break it up. So they marched and destroyed and rallied and got brave.

I wasn’t even aware of it. I had checked in around 6 pm when everything was peaceful. I forgot all about it. Then when I went to bed around 11, I turned on the TV. Lo and behold! There it was. Live. My heart sank. I hate to see that. There is no reason for it. None at all. I was tuned in to the TV coverage. The protesters were very angry. They would not disperse even when riot police confronted them and warned them repeatedly. Even when they were attacked by rubber bullets they remained. It was ugly. It was scary.

Finally, TV coverage ended when the police began to arrest people and things seemed to be cooling off. That’s when I tuned off too. That’s when my heart ached. That’s when I began to write this. I had other plans for today’s blog post but they, like the peaceful protest, were hijacked by these violent anarchists and whatever other groups were out there. My heart is sad.

The only good thing is that the police and the media are aware that the groups that were responsible for the violence and the vandalism were not the original group. That means a lot to me. And I hope that it will become clear to people when it is reported in the media in a couple of hours.

Hopefully, I can gather myself enough to post later on what I was originally going to post.

Violence is not okay. Vandalism is not okay.

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I remember when I was in seventh grade. It was the 1968 Presidential Election. Hubert Humphrey was the Vice President under Lyndon Johnson. He was the Democratic candidate for President that year. The election happened. He lost to Nixon. The day after the election, I was in first period, which for me was English. Our teacher, Miss Rossi, was in tears that morning. She was so upset that she couldn’t stop the tears when the bell rang and class began.

For that hour, Miss Rossi spoke of the election. Mainly, she spoke about the Electoral College and although I was in seventh grade, it was the first time I learned anything about the body that elects our president and vice president. Before that, we had been taught that we, the people, vote for and elect the president. I don’t know why the text books hadn’t told us differently when we studied the elections in fifth grade, but they hadn’t. That year, even on the morning after the election, it appeared that HHH (Hubert Horatio Humphrey) had won the popular vote but lost the Electoral College. It later turned out, once all of the ballots were counted, that Nixon did indeed win the popular vote (there was less than a 1% divide between the two candidates), but in the early days post election, it appeared differently.

That’s what I think about when I hear the term Electoral College. It didn’t seem fair then and it still seems like there should be a better way; one that better reflects the popular vote. I still think of the passion with which Miss Rossi spoke and I wish that more Americans had that passion. We, I think, are too complacent. We vote then we accept until the next time. We don’t do anything about perceived injustices until it happens again.

So this ThrowBackThursday post I dedicate to Miss Rossi wherever she is. I think she’s still around. She was very  young in 1968. It was only her second year teaching so probably around 23. I know that somewhere, Barbara Rossi is sitting with tear-filled eyes and wondering why we still have the Electoral College.

 

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