Harnessing Nature to our benefit seems a dichotomy to me. We are already using up our resources to the degree that the planet is in dire straits…We’re exhausting our fuel supplies so rapidly that the need for a new energy source has become a necessity. Will harnessing a power as great as the Earth’s core be good or bad for our home? On the other hand, finding a new source of energy will enable us (mankind) to continue to live our lives as we do now. What do you think?
IMHO … blogs are wonderfully educational. It tickles me no end to sit down at my computer and discover a message such as this one…
The following article was posted today on Facebook by a friend who is a staunch women’s rights advocate. I admire her commitment and determination to publicly address issues she feels strongly about. Some of her posts are disturbing. I think that is deliberate, because when they make people feel uncomfortable, she has succeeded in getting her readers to stop and think about their own convictions. While I may not always entirely agree with her, I always learn something from her posts.
I usually avoid controversy but, on the anniversary of Roe v Wade, it’s appropriate to stop and think about the path that brought us to where we are today…and about the path we will forge in the future.
Eleanor Cooney has written about her own experience as a young woman. Her experience was one that many young women faced in those early years of the ‘60s. I was one of them.
Warning: This article contains graphic descriptions and a disturbingly graphic photo
IMHO~~~We’ve come a long way, baby…but we still have a long way to go.
I’ve had this in the back of my mind ever since I watched it the first time. It speaks (pun intended) to me at a deeper level that I am usually reluctant to share. I’ve spent time thinking about that and whether I should reblog it or not. I realize it’s a gloomy way to launch a new year, but my hope is that this short film will touch others who see it and perhaps pass it on to others who see it and pass it on…and on, and on, and on…and then 2014 will be a year of changes for the good of our world and our continued sustenance.
Happy New Year…
Their message is one we all need to acknowledge. The world we are leaving to our children is one that is in much worse shape than it was when we inherited it from our forefathers. We’ve (mankind) been very poor custodians…used up species and resources that can never be replaced….depleted the energy that supports our very existence~~and our children’s.
When I consider what we once had…and what we now leave behind for future generations to cope with and have to accommodate changes that they should never have had to face..I feel shame.
IMHO, if we don’t stop spending our children’s inheritance and start being better custodians of our own inheritance…now…our generation will forever be remembered with sadness….and disgust.
What do you think? Please share your thoughts in the comments.
In the true spirit of the season, these folks all came together to participate in an event that lifted them all in one huge hug…
Zach must have been a very special young man. The legacy he left is inspirational and wonder-ful. He was a ray of light that continues to touch everyone who hears “Clouds”. His life was full … but far too short. This video was made with love.
These two videos represent the good in our country. IMHO we need more goodness to give us hope to banish, even temporarily, the badness that we see all around us.
What do you think? Please let me know in a comment.
The current stalemate of our elected Congress and the ensuing federal shutdown–today being the ninth day–has me (along with most of the nation) sputtering in outrage. Sputtering to the point that I purposely avoided posting my thoughts here.
I cannot present a coherent or meaningful post because I am so angry. I know from experience that writing when I am angry is definitely not a good idea. This article, from my Facebook email this morning, is both coherent and meaningful. The Maddow Blog post, “Those Who Wrap Themselves in the Constitution,” by Steve Benen, presents more eloquently than I, a truth…a viewpoint…an opinion.
I don’t like profanity…and I don’t use it in my blogs. However, my years as a Navy wife left me with a vocabulary that includes acronyms that are especially appropriate this week. The Urban Dictionary defines the military acronyms SNAFU, FUBAR, and Charlie Foxtrot as acronyms used to “generalize any situation with a large scale of disarray.” (http://www.urbandictionary.com)
SNAFU stands for Situation Normal All F***ed Up; FUBAR stands for “F***ed Up Beyond All Repair; and Charlie Foxtrot is the NATO phonetic acronym for a colorful term I won’t explain here.
IMHO, today’s Congressional activity–or lack thereof–is all three…SNAFU, FUBAR and Charlie Foxtrot. We are, most assuredly, “…not in Kansas anymore.”
What do you think? Leave me a comment. Your comments make my day.
I really can’t add to this. It makes me sad because it is the truth in today’s society. Those of us who were raised as the author of this post were so fortunate to have been a child in that environment. I remember vividly playing in forts and running around pretending I was a wild pony in the wild west—we lived in rural Montana at that time and wild horses still roamed the canyons and prairie. It’s a “wonder”filled memory.
If you know the story of Mary Poppins you’ll know that the children could only understand what the birds were saying when they were very young. Open hearts and minds; unfettered by responsibility, or yearning to be anything other than what they were; gave them a portal to endless wonders. Explanations were unnecessary – imagination a tool rather than a task. Peter Pan never grew up, Alice disappeared down a rabbit hole, and Dorothy travelled to Oz.
My early years were spent in those places. Never bored or at a loss for what to do, nothing seemed impossible. I devoured Greek mythology, could name every constellation in the night sky. There were forts to build, tunnels to dig, hollow logs to explore. I wasn’t afraid of trolls or goblins, I knew how to avoid their tricks. Fairies danced for me every evening, certain it was just a matter of time until they invited me for tea.
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This is Fred, my male Yorkshire Terrier. He’s named after Fred Astaire because when he’s happy, he dances on his hind legs…spinning in circles and waving his paws in a double high five of pure doggie joy. I rescued him from a puppy mill in Kansas and, with love, have nurtured him into the happy little guy he is today. He still has a few residual hangups from his early life–afraid of the hose (I think he was probably hosed down along with his cage) and any quick movement that he interprets as a threat (he is terrified of the fly-swatter).
I am reluctantly looking for a new home for him. My new apartment complex really wants residents to have only one pet, and the apartment is much smaller than the one here in Happy Hollow. Since he follows me around and is usually underfoot, anyway, I must accept the fact that I’d be tripping over him even more often than I do here. I suffer from vertigo and lose my balance much too easily. I can’t afford to fall.
The decision to let him go has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long life full of difficult decisions. It’s the right thing for both of us. Fred deserves a home where he can run and play, not be cooped up in a tiny apartment. He deserves to have a family, preferably with kids, who will love him and give him lots of attention. Living with me, he has to surrender to the whims of Emily who snarls him into submission more often than not. He deserves to have a home where he is the alpha dog.
My female Yorkie, Emily (mis-named when she was just a puppy–before her imperial personality raised its royal head*), is quite happy to snooze on a pillow all day and will quickly adjust to a smaller space. As long as she has her royal cushion she’ll be content.
With all this going on, I’m ambivalent about moving at all. However, I feel it’s necessary. I need all the accommodations for disabilities that the new apartment has…that aren’t here in my unit in Happy Hollow. I’ll need them even more as I get older. Now is the right time for me to make this move voluntarily. I know it on a practical level, but I’m fighting it on an emotional level. Moving on, for me, has become bittersweet.
So….. I’m looking for a good home for Fred.
IMHO, our pets are such a part of our day-to-day lives, that losing one, even to a good home, is similar to losing a treasured family member.** To someone who loves his/her pet, it is one of the biggest life-changes that a person can experience…right up there with losing a job and divorce.
What would you do? What would you decide? What do you think? Let me know in the comments.
*If I’d known she would become the Oh-So-Royal Empress she is today, I’d have named her Eugenie! I call her my Yorkshire Terrier-ist.
**I don’t say losing a “child” because I lost my son to suicide and there is simply no comparison.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. It’s not that I haven’t had opinions, but more that I’ve had too many. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with all the current events that beg me to step up on my soapbox. Too many options. Too many opinions. But, I digress…
In a couple of weeks, I’m going to leave Happy Hollow behind and set up housekeeping in a new home. It’s a complex that’s just been completed here in town, a few miles from here. Moving on has taken on a whole new meaning for me. I look forward to having a new address, a new home, new neighbors and new surroundings. What I don’t–most vehemently don’t–look forward to are the multitudes of tasks that I must complete before that can all occur. I’ve been here for six years–three months, five days, seven hours, and 15 minutes. If that sounds like I’ve been counting, it’s because I have. (an opinion I will air at another time under the heading of un-neighborly neighbors and mismanaging property management corporations)
IMHO, moving from one place to another–physically, emotionally, and/or figuratively–is much more than just a change of address. It’s a change in attitude, a change in perspective, a change in life.
What do you think? Please leave a comment and let me know your opinion(s)!
P.S. I apologize if this seems vague and disjointed–I’ll do better next time when I’m not preoccupied with all the minutiae my moving on entails. Suzy
Recently Suzy is Opinionated received an email from a reader who respectfully stated that some of my posts make him uncomfortable and he doesn’t wish to be categorized among them. (referencing all my blogs, not just this one) I didn’t know whether to be flattered or upset. In the end, I decided that I could be both and not consider them oxymoronic .
The final sentence on Suzy is Opinionated posts asks my readers to comment and share their opinions. I want to encourage “…people to think about what they think.” Thus, his comments made me very happy, because telling me what he “thinks” about my opinions affirms the main purpose of this blog.
IMHO the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America guarantees us the right to Freedom of Speech. When someone takes time to write to tell me about his opinion, I celebrate his right to do so whether he agrees with me or not.
What do you think? Please let me know in the comments.