Posts Tagged ‘hope’


Join me during the month of April as I blog through the alphabet. My theme will be What’s In A Name. I will attempt to write up a short fictional character sketch beginning with a different letter of the alphabet each day. Remember that a place can also be a character.


The smile on Grandma’s face made Barbara cry. It had been so long since she had seen anything but a vacant look on her grandmother’s face. She had tried to get her room changed for many months. Finally, Mr. Adams’ room had been vacated and the Director had asked Barbara if it would be adequate. The window overlooked the playground in the lot behind the home and it was perfect. Grandma had been moved while Barbara pushed her wheelchair all over the home, marking time for her things to be moved. Barbara talked to her grandmother non stop as she pushed the chair.

Finally, arriving at her new room, Barbara placed her grandmother’s chair by the window where she could watch the children playing. At the moment, there were several children there, including two little girls who appeared to be sisters, playing with a woman old enough to be their grandmother. Barbara wondered if Grandma, somewhere in her mind, was remembering all the park days they had shared. There was a slight change in her eyes. Maybe Barbara was wrong. Maybe she was looking for hope where there was none. But she seemed to see a bit of a light starting to shine, way deep inside those clouded blue eyes.

As she left, Barbara looked back at her grandmother and although there were tears, she also had a smile. She knew changing rooms had been the right thing to do for Grandma.







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We live in very troubled times. Troubled in a lot of ways but I am thinking about politically troubled. We seem to have more than the usual number of flawed leaders. We are left with no where to turn.

I have been turning to TV. To streaming, really. What do I stream? I have chosen The West Wing. It’s seven seasons. I’ve turned to it several times. I watch the entire series from pilot to Tomorrow (the title of the last episode of season seven). This is a show that shows how leaders should be; how they should comport themselves. Yes, they are flawed at times but they genuinely want to do the right thing for the people that elected them, for the country in general.

This year, I’ve felt that unsettled feeling of desperation with regard to our political leaders so much that I am currently on my ninth time watching this series from start to finish. It gives me hope that some day, hopefully sooner than later, we’ll have the right kind of leadership. We’ll have sincere, concerned, devoted, and honest leadership. One can only hope.


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If we were having coffee, you’d find me still in pjs, even though it’s after 4 pm. That’s not normal for me but today I am exhausted. Not only physically but mentally exhausted. It’s a good exhaustion but it is still exhausting. What a ride!

I did choose to watch the inauguration even though there were many that urged us not to watch. While their points were valid, in most cases, I felt that it was my choice to do what I felt best and not bow down to the voices that wanted me to listen to them. I watched because I always have. I haven’t missed an inauguration that I can think of. I watched because it is history in the making. I watched because I wanted to see for myself and not just “witness” it second hand. I didn’t watch all the coverage as I usually do. I turned it off after the Obamas left on the helicopter.

Yesterday, I tried to watch coverage of the Women’s March across the country but no one on regular channels was covering it so I was reduced to scouring the Internet for news and pictures. At one point I figured that there must be others out there that wanted to see so I headed to Facebook and began to upload pictures of marches all over the world, not just here in the U.S. I used the hash tag ROAR. I think that’s what yesterday was…the roars of millions of women all over the world. The roars that signal that we’re not “pussy” cats. We are lions and like lions, we’ll roar in warning then pounce. I think the roars were heard all over the world.

I cannot tell you how I felt yesterday…and today, too. My heart was full of love and hope and pride and sisterhood. I wanted to be there. I wanted to scream out and make sure every single person in the world was aware of what was happening in our megalopolises, in our cities, in our towns, in our villages, in our communities…worldwide. I wanted every single marcher to know that I was with them. I wanted it to last forever…that energy…that camaraderie…that sisterhood. I didn’t want it to end and so I continued to post my #ROAR posts all day and into the night until the wee hours of this morning. And when I awoke today, I read posts and shared and commented and posted a few of my own. And so, as I lay in bed on this late afternoon, with my heating pad trying to treat my sciatica, I am still under the spell of the movement we saw yesterday in march after march after march. What a ride!

That’s about where I am now. I am hopeful. I am skeptical. I am even dreaming. I am filled with tears of joy and happiness and hope. What about you?

I’ve tried to read a bit lately and have done a little more reading than I have in a long while but most of my reading time has been online. I’ve read a lot of articles and researched some of the things that I wasn’t sure of. That takes a lot of time; a lot of energy. I’ve had The West Wing playing in the background on most days and nights because it always makes me hopeful. I’ve had my grandsons over for movie dates and snacks and hugs and “play doh sessions.”

That’s what I have been up to. You?

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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?

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4 A.M.

There are few things that will have me set the alarm for 4 o’clock in the morning. One of those things, apparently, is inauguration. I’ve never gotten up for it this early. Being on the west coast, it doesn’t happen til 9 A.M. local time so there isn’t really any reason to get up in the pre-dawn hours.

However, I think this inauguration is not only historic but is so meaningful as a turning point for our country, that I cannot help but be caught up in the excitement and hopefulness.

When the alarm went off three hours after I turned out the light, I got up and turned on the small TV in the bedroom and the first thing I saw was a stunning picture of the capitol building, the rotunda highlighted by tinges of pink in the dawn skies of Washington, D.C. It was a breath-taking sight. What a heart stirring picture!

It’s a little after 5 and while I still have the TV on, set to ABC for Good Morning America, I have set the clock for 6:30 when the official inauguration coverage begins. So if I fall asleep, I’ll be up again in a little bit so I can watch as millions of Americans celebrate the beginning of a new Administration and hopefully, the beginning of a rebirth for the U.S.A.

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Obama was not my candidate until the end when there was no other choice.

That said, I must say that I am looking forward to a new administration and a new beginning for our country.  It may not be the beginning that many of us hoped for but it is a beginning and it effects every one of us.

One thing that I have noticed is the renewed hope in the tomorrow of our country.  I think that’s good.  This is our country and the more of us that become interested and hopeful in what happens to it, the better it will be for the country as a whole.

With the previous administration there was such wide spread apathy.  I think the country collectively lost hope and interest and that had a lot to do with what has happened to our country in the past eight years.  I hope that’s over now.

Let’s get through the party atmosphere of inauguration week and move on to the business of digging the country out of its grave!

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My daughter and I were having lunch at Mimi’s yesterday. She was having French onion soup and mentioned that she had French onion soup when she was in Paris and didn’t like it as much as she likes it the way it is cooked here in the U.S. Apparently, the one she had in France had the onions finely chopped and she likes them un-chopped. Then she went on to tell me that she had also had quiche in Paris. I like to listen to her talk about her trips because I feel like I can experience a little of it when I listen to her. (Afterall, I payed thousands of dollars for those trips and never heard about them much; didn’t even see pictures!) (more…)

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A Gem To Learn From

Tonight my daughter was watching a movie so I sat to watch it with her. It turned out to be Home Alone 2. I remembered taking my kids to the theater to see it when it came out. That was a particularly rough Christmas for me and I’ve never been able to watch parts of that movie without crying, until tonight. That one part that always makes me cry didn’t make me cry tonight.

The year it came out, was the year that I became separated. When I took the kids to see the movie, it was a very fresh hurt. Their dad had just left about a month before that. I remember sitting there trying to watch it and just being numb. Then there was the part that made me cry. For those of you that have seen it, there is the homeless lady in the Central Park that goes and feeds the birds and speaks to no one. In the scene where she takes Kevin and fixes him hot chocolate and they talk, she tells him about how she used to have a job and friends and a house and a family. She says that she was happy until the man she loved fell out of love with her. She tells Kevin that she stopped trusting people that day. That’s the part that always made me cry. Tonight I felt that tug and I could certainly identify with the woman and with anyone that has gone through that before. But it didn’t make me cry. I got through it.

I think the silly antics in the movie are worth sitting through for just that one part. There’s a lot of truth in it. A lot of pain. And a lot to hope for.

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