Everybody and their dog is familiar with: Is the glass full or half empty? It depends on your perspective. My thought was as long as there is more libation to add in the glass what did it matter. However, I’ve meet a handful of people along the way who are consumed with negativity. Sadly, these folk never have a good day, they never see the silver lining in the face of adversity, and they don’t laugh at their own foibles. Further, they are unable to accept blame for their own mistakes.
Witness the PT Barnum circus in Washington. For the first time in history, only PT knows the truth–everything else is “fake.” Wow! I must be the most stupid person on earth to watch a PT video, which is immediately denied as “fake,” if there’s a backlash. It’s a most curious world.
As most of you know, a week ago I turned 70. Not a number I necessarily wanted to be, but I can’t deny my birth certificate, nor my passport. I can’t call it fake news. It is a fact. Yes, Sue, you’re 70, and the sun is still shining.
Admittedly, I had a tough time turning 70. It was a anchoring moment…until my one of my high school friends posted:
Yep, it’s all in how you look at it. A mere 21 in Celsius. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve no desire to be 21 again–50ish perhaps, but not 21. Working all day, staying up late partying all weekend, or squeezing my squashed behind into trendy clothing. But at least I’ve a comeback remark when someone asks, “How old are you?”
“Fahrenheit or Celsius?”
Unfortunately, this is just another example of mbsp–management by the seat of the pants. No one seems to understand the consequences of a decision until they’re faced with reality. Decisions are whimsical, often retaliatory to garner votes. Certainly, none of the recent decisions can be viewed as thoughtful. (Just wait. The tariff position is about to decimate American farmers.)
I do not have a sophisticated palate; I’m far from a gourmand. Both of my grandmothers were excellent cooks; they prepared rural, regional cuisines. My paternal grandmother was the family legend of baking: pies, donuts, blueberry muffins, and cinnamon rolls were her forte. I knew I’d never learn to make pie crust or breads like hers.
No, I’m not talking about weed, Mary Jane, Kush, I’m talking about the stuff in my yard–or lack of stuff in my yard. Long ago, I chose not to grow winter grass, just summer grass.
Years ago, I co-taught Sunday school with another church member, and one Sunday she said, “Sue, I’m tired of my nomadic life on the road.” I knew she traveled several times a month leaving both her husband and children to fend for themselves. But she was making mega bucks. “You know I have a teaching degree I’ve never used.”
Dr. Suze Espouses 