At War with Words

My two and a half-year-old grandson, my kids, and their husbands spent Thanksgiving with me, and it was a delightful time. However, the enthusiastic and energetic little dude almost wore this old lady out!

Since he has already learned to read and is most inquisitive, he and I spent a lot of time engaged in conversation about a variety of his interests. Once he corrected one of my rambunctious dogs emphatically, “Bader! Be kind. Don’t bark like that at Harper! Miss Debbie says we must be kind!”

Miss Debbie? “Who’s Miss Debbie, Buddy?”

“My teacher.” He wagged his little, index finger, “Miss Debbie says we must be kind and use kind words.”

Hmm. Perhaps, Miss Debbie should go to the Oval Office and have a talk with POTUS and his rag-tag cabinet about kind words. It would certainly be challenging to confront the disparaging words to women reporters, like ugly, piggy, stupid, an unhinged rant aimed at Tim Waltz, which included the word retarded. Or the VP’s remarks to soldiers: you’re full of shit if you like Thanksgiving Turkey. Or anything out of ICE Barbie’s, Karoline Leavitt’s, or RFK, junior’s mouths.

Perhaps, I’m cynical, but I don’t think Miss Debbie could win this war against words…only WE can next November.

Never Did I Ever…Again

My apologies for not blogging last week, but I was visiting in both Carolinas. My reflections today are a compilation of my experiences. So, today, I write a list of Never Did I Ever:

  1. Think I would get to be a Grandma, and last weekend we celebrated BJ’s second birthday. What a delightful experience it was! Not only does he love I Spy books, he’s also obsessed with numbers. I was absolutely stunned he can count to 100 and count backward from thirty.
  2. See such a home. My eldest and her husband designed and built a new home on thirteen acres in horse country. (While they don’t have horses, all their neighbors do and practice dressage, hunting, and jumping daily even when it’s cold and rainy.) But my kids’ home is overrun with high-tech remote controls and switches to turn on multiple TV’s and sound systems, adjust the flame and blower on the fireplace, open the family room glass doors across the entire length of screened patio, etc. Obviously, I was so overwhelmed I refuse to touch anything for fear of messing with the wrong remote.
  3. Live long enough to witness such insanity in Washington, DC. It seems our system of checks and balance has been obliterated in three weeks. Traffic lights and stop signs have been replaced with GO, and any judge that attempts to say NO GO is either threatened or fired. I fear for the kind of world BJ will inherit–a world destroyed by billionaire greed and monsterous ego.
  4. Believe I would lose faith in the American people as they sit idly by and witness the demolition of America’s Greatest Equalizer: The Public School. This will create an insurmountable divide between the haves and the have nots. Those who can afford an education will buy one; those who can not will be sentenced to a life of poverty and injustice.
  5. Understand the insanity of cruelty to others. I thought WE were better than that.