Someone asked me if I was making any New Year resolutions. Hell No! I gave up on those a long time ago. I had all the usual, lose weight, exercise more, learn more, read more. The last two were the only ones I could keep. One year I resolved to be nicer to my brothers. Needless to say that one didn’t last. I think I was 13 or 14 then. Now at 58 it’s a little bit easier to keep…a little bit. 🙂
Usually I make goals. One of my goals last year was to self publish more books. While I haven’t gotten everything published that I want to, I’ve made a good dent in it. Enough to be proud of myself. I’m formatting others and hope to get some up soon.
Last year I lost my Dad, then earlier this year, my father-in-law. This was this first holiday without them both and I miss them. However where as the end of last year was sad, this year is ending on an upswing. A few days ago my sister in law, who is more like a sister we are only a year apart, underwent a double lung transplant. Granted she is only 3 days post op but my brother called tonight and she is doing well.
So I give thanks to the powers that be that she is well. And will continue my life with no resolutions. Instead I will have goals.
I have three books I have to finish and want to get out this year. One is a paranormal romance, the other two are cozies. My goal is to have at least two finished and one published before we go on vacation in June. We have planned a family trip to England and you know that will bring more stories.
Considering everything that has happened recently i thought this was appropriate for today’s Wednesdays Words.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
This is from my mother in law, a 76 yo grandmother with thoughts on the recent tragedy.
Since you are a gun-owner and I am an unashamed liberal, I thought that if we can find common ground, there is some hope that something good might [big might] come out of this latest mass killing. This latest blast happened in the town a friend lives in. This is her parish [St. Rose], the priest that held an all-night vigil is her “Father Bob”. This is close; but near or far…. If there ever was a reason to have some governmental control of these possibly preventable outrages it should happen in a reasonable way and not as a reaction to yet another bloodbath.
It is true that guns don’t kill people, people kill people” what we have looked at with dismaying frequency is that some people are killers; guns just make it easy. Why are automatic weapons – the ones that can deliver a spray of shells available? These are not hunting guns but they are easy to use. If one were to examine the history of all of the young men who have committed these mass murders, they all follow a disgustingly similar pattern. They are usually smart but not always because the LIRR killer who wiped out Carolyn Maloney’s husband along with several others and disabled her son was an academic failure and therefore it was everyone else’s fault and he wanted the world to know it. Maloney is in Congress from NY. She is a fairly good representative and first got elected on a single item – gun control.
It is possible that gun control of some sort will happen. I would rather see it discussed and agreed on by all people, not just people who are gun-phobic. Total bans never work and it still doesn’t address the real problem: we have no handle on sociopaths. It isn’t guns that are out of control; it is people who cannot wrap their heads around a sense of wrong. They unfortunately have a history and unhappily we -the rest of the population – get to find out about that after they have done something ghastly. Yes I think that Bob Costas was right about the football-playing thug who killed his girl and then himself. It was easy for him to be an underbrained moron and he didn’t disappoint. The fallout landing on Costas says a lot about how people in general feel about football-playing idols that may have clay feet [and no brains].
The latest murderous kid – the Connecticut one – was having problems seemingly all his life, the hormonal storm of adolescence only made it worse. Everyone who knew him knew that he was ‘strange’. How strange; what does that mean? Was he ever worked up by a psychiatrist? Could they recognize a child with no for want of better words a moral compass? Now that his mother is also dead it impossible to ask her what in hells bells made her register these weapons in her name when she knew that her son was a problem? She had to have known; he lived with her. Who bought the guns and where? If she were still alive, it would have made sense to charge her as an accessory to murder. Did this kid ‘age out’ of some psychiatric care or was he just ignored until he did something to make his reputation?
I am asking for national government – because nothing else [unless it is the NRA steps up to the plate and does the policing and follow-up] has the clout to make this enforceable. So far all the NRA seems to be good for is throwing money into the outstretched hands of Congress. This is just another example of ‘just say no’. I thought that government was supposed to protect! Is this not something that is for the common good? There has to be a method to keep lethal weapons out of easy reach of the murderous. This should be something that the responsible people who can use weapons and are careful with them must design so that it is enforceable. Thugs will commit murder using any means at hand and so we are stuck with them. However; it seems to be the bright and amoral ones that go on killing sprees. They are identifiable….they have track records….they have been doing things like strangling cats as buildup. They are ultimately the ones we should really be afraid of. Since we cannot lock them up until they do something do we just accept that they will find a way to create a disaster? Wouldn’t it be easier to prevent the disaster by denying them the weaponry? Will this totally eliminate the problem? No. The true sociopath will find another way; just think of Jeffrey Dahmer or any other serial killer. But, we can stop the ones who will kill without touching.
Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.
~ George E. Woodberry
Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.
I put my Christmas decorations up this year it always gets me thinking about past Christmases. One of my favorite memories was actually kind of bittersweet but still a lovely memory.
The Christmas after my mother had died, my dad was bound and determined we would have a good holiday. He just didn’t realize he would have any helpers.
I was trying to get my youngest brother to go to bed. I had plans to spend Christmas Eve at my best friends house. Her mother invited me. Of course he didn’t want to go to sleep. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. One of my brothers answered and suddenly I hear “Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas!”
The house we lived in had a long hall way and my brother ran down it, stopping short of the door, wide-eyed and almost speechless. He whispered “Santa”.
Under the costume and beard, I could see a friend of my older brother. He had dressed as Santa and was traveling the neighborhood visiting all his friends who had siblings under the age of 10. He was a hit.
After whispering with Santa, my brother gave me no problem going to bed and I was off to my own Christmas Eve Celebrations.
Every year I remember this. My brothers are now old enough to have children of their own. Some of them even have grandchildren. We have many Christmas memories to share but this is one of my favorites.