I’ve been sitting on a blog topic that is dear to my heart for quite sometime now. I suppose that I realize that the only people who will agree with my thoughts on this subject are those who are already in my choir. In other words there is little chance that I will change someone’s mind but I have reached a point where I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try.
The last many months of the Presidential nomination process have been disturbing to me, particularly the campaign of Donald Trump. Perhaps more than any of his hair brained ideas I am most concerned about the comments that he has made regarding immigration. His hyperbole in describing many of the people from Mexico as “criminals and rapists” should have automatically disqualified him from consideration, but instead they have become the cornerstone of his platform. The fact that he continues to dominate the Republican race has been rather depressing to me. In fact I’ve spent the day after Super Tuesday attempting to distract myself from the reality of the current situation, all to no avail. Whether I am looking for birthday presents for a niece and nephew or taking my daily walk I keep wondering how so many Americans can possibly support such a horrible man. Continue reading “If Not Now, When?”
I have often visited Dallas. I’ve been to weddings, parties, and on shopping excursions to that city to the North of my home. Each of my daughters even resided there for a time. Never once have I been inclined to explore a location in the Big D for which it is quite possibly the most famous, the site of President John Kennedy’s assassination. After well over fifty years of avoidance I finally decided this week that it was time for me to make a pilgrimage to that terrible place. Thus Mike and I reserved tickets this past Monday for the one o’clock tour of the old Texas School Book Depository.
If you are a Downtown Abbey fan you know all too well that tragedy has struck the Grantham household again and again. As Tom Branson recently told his sister-in-law, Mary, the two of them have been hurt and no matter what they do they will no doubt be hurt again. It is the stuff of life for everyone. We can’t escape illnesses, disappointments, failures, or death. We would love to have a perfect life without any bitter surprises but that is just not the way things work.
I’m one of those individual’s whose mood becomes dark when the days are short and the weather is frightful. For that reason I have generally found myself languishing in a bit of a funk during February. Not even Valentine’s Day or the holiday provided by President’s Day is usually enough to bring more of a smile to my face. What I need to feel really good is sunshine. I believe that some psychologists call my winter time moodiness SAD disease, or seasonal affective disorder. 
