Thursday, May 3, 2012
The Learning Curve
My mind is such a muddle today. I have been tired and sad and searching for answers, all to no avail. Mom came to spend four days with us. My sister is having a new shower installed for easier access for Mom now that she is living there.
Mom had to have surgery at the end of March and we our fears of further decline have been realized. Surgery went very well although took longer than expected with a little more repair work needed. So she was under anesthesia for twice as long as first predicted. But the repairs were made with no problem. She woke in the hospital very confused but docile. Pain management went very well while there although she had vivid dreams and hallucinations. Pain meds were changed with discharge and off she went to rehab. But she became more and more confused, fearful and depressed. The rehab, although thought to be about the best around was fair at best. She came in as a post op patient but did not receive the attention needed for pain management and simple physical care. She would get up in the night, the alarm would go off and nobody came. She was not bathed or monitored when she was given a meal. She did not know where she was or I fear, who she was. Her name was never put on her door and the staff, when they came in, called her by a different name and she smiled and responded in confusion. We took her out of there after only 3 days and moved her in with my sister. The ride since then has been wild. 24 hour care is needed and my sister has shouldered much of this. Caregivers are in for about 20 hours a week. Not enough for my sister to get a breath or any rest. We are learning as we go how to schedule care and monitor progress.
Sundowning! Mom began to exhibit symptoms of paranoia and terror from late afternoon and into the evening. Crying and wailing and praying to die but fearing death. We were at our wits end until a visiting nurse suggested we check information on something called Sundowning. Well, Bingo! that is exactly what was happening to her. I went online to read other accounts of this problem from other family members and caregivers and found that the pain med we were using for management could be part of the problem. We stopped the med and the sundowning has improved a great deal. We have also found that Mom will complain of pain one moment and then when we offer an OTC remedy she says she doesn't have pain, so she is no longer reliable to be able to know if she herself is in fact in pain.
Physically, Mom is recovering but mentally the decline continues. While she was here I did not leave the house except to take the dogs out for a quick walk. Each time I came back after about 5 minutes, she was anxious and worried because she didn't know where I was. Repetition is only repetition. She retains very little and is easily frightened and confused. Her mood is negative and her tongue sharp. We coax her to eat and she eats only a few bites. She forgets that she has eaten sometimes so we have to keep close track of every bite and every fluid intake.
It is devastating to watch the constant anxiety and her only relief coming in the form of negative mood or commentary.
Her doctor has now prescribed an appetite enhancer so we have great hope that she will start to enjoy some foods again. I make soups and other comfort foods and portion them and freeze them for she and my sister and my other sister brings sweets often. There is always something offered and we find that something simple and sweet is more welcome than say, spinach. Remember when you were a child and vegetables generally came from a can and we all hated them and made faces or fussed when we had to eat them? That is the behavior we see from Mom now. Full circle I think.
We are dedicated to finding positive things to talk about. We will continue to remind her of good memories and hope that, as time goes on, she will become more contented and try to find some positive energy in her life.
By the fourth day she did begin to talk about going "home" and she meant my sister's home. She seems to accept that this is the only option for her and is beginning to give me hope that we will turn a corner for her to be more contented and find peace. Until then, we will hang on for the ride.
So what is on my needles you ask? Lacy, complicated knit shawls that keep me focused. One in wonderful dove colors. Another a soft yellow with silver thread running through it. I have begun beading summery flowers in French Beaded Flowers and bead knitting a brides evening purse. If I sound scattered, be assured that these projects keep me sane and I am grateful for the distraction. All will be well. All will be peaceful. But the learning curve is sharp.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Reflections and observations
Today I woke early after a long night of tossing and turning. I took my pups out for their morning constitutional (yes some people still call it that). Sunrise was spectacular in my little corner of the universe. The lake was so still that there was a perfect reflection of its majesty and therefore, two spectacular sunrises. A morning like that and I tend to linger which delights Lily and Daisy who are rediscovering all of the wonderful scents (and odors) of spring. They happily nosed around the circle and back home for an early breakfast where I hustled to pack up and load my car for my trip to Mom's. The early breakfast was the tip-off and Lily began to pout because she knew I was leaving them behind today.
My knitting bag is so full on these days. Today no less than 4 projects in the works. I know I will only get to one, but I have to have them all with me, just in case. In case of what you may ask? I wish I knew the answer to that.
I take them with me each time I go to stay with Mom. She is facing the decline into dementia and I think I knit to remember the mother who taught me how. After Daddy died a couple of years ago, Mom just stopped. She had been confused and having trouble remembering for a long time, but once Dad was gone, I think she just gave in to it. There was no reason for her to try anymore so she just stopped.
My siblings and I have taken turns staying with her. Caring for her and trying to help her find something, anything to make her happy again. To no avail. It is like the disease has taken of her joy and holds it hostage.
Everyone who helps has a different opinion of what they observe. Her sisters all quite a few years younger, all living alone come and go and try to stay positive and coax Mom back into life. She will have a good hour or two, but then finds company overwhelming and retreats, sometimes in anger, sometimes exhaustion, sometimes in anxiety.
One sibling watches for a good day and holds on to it as though it is a cure. "She had a great day; I think we really have turned the corner. Everything will be better. She is back." Then the next day comes and we begin again.
Another sibling doesn't understand and tries to come, only to be devastated by what is found when they arrive.
Then there is one more who is observing and understanding and accepting of all that is happening. Eager to learn whatever they can to assist Mom and care for her.
I am not certain where I fall in all of this. I come with soup or a sweet. Something I know that she will eat a little bit of. I bring along my knitting and sit beside her and knit. Sometimes we talk. More often lately we just sit side by side. She has little to say. Mom crochets small lap covers and blankets to give away to the homeless shelter. For many years she knit and crocheted for Project Linus and a battered women's shelter. Anyone having a baby would receive a baby sweater. I have the ones she made for my children ready for them when they have children of their own. But lately I don't see a baby sweater in the works. The pattern has become too difficult. I am not sure that there will be anymore baby sweaters.
We are all getting older and for many, watching their parents age or become diseased is more than they can handle. We wonder if our fate will be the same or if we will burden our children in future years. Our time is precious. The time we spend with our parents, grandparents, children and grandchildren also so very precious. Do we make a difference? I hope so. I hope that everyone can spend time with their parents. Learn who they are today. Forget past memories that are hurtful or sad and remember the good memories.
In my life, I have had both and now as I am getting older, I try to forget anything that causes me to waste time on negative thoughts or energies.
Today I turned 55. Whew! I still feel 26, 30 or even 36. I search my mind for some wonderful memories or vague recollections of lovely feelings.
I remember my Mom had this wonderful dress. White cotton, sleeveless with a wide belt. There was this wonderful large flower print on the full skirt. I thought is it was probably the most beautiful dress she ever wore. She was always smiling when I remember her in that dress.
When there was a summer thunderstorm, Mom and Dad or one or the other would come and sit on our beds and we would just be together during the storm. They always left the flashlight on so it was never dark.
A new swing set in the spring. Carnival parades in the summer. Lots of pennies under my pillow in payment for the tooth I lost. Whoopie pies! Red lipstick. My Mom never left the house without her lipstick on. I never understood that. I hate lipstick. But she always looked beautiful.
Mom used to sing when I was little. I remember her singing; You are my Sunshine was a favorite. I practiced it so I could sing it too. Family holidays and family picnics. Everyone together, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. Everyone lived in town and we were together all the time. It was good. No video games. Card games. Mom and Dad and the aunts and uncles would play for pennies. The next morning we kids would crawl under the formica kitchen table and look for dropped treasure. Mom had spent hours, and hours, and hours making a wool braided rug. It was under that kitchen table and the pennies would hide in the dark colors. We never found a fortune but a penny or two would certainly do.
We were brought up with love, not perfection, but love. Our parents did really well and grew up with us just like we did raising our children. I can only hope that I have done half as well. I hope that the memories of my children are good and kind and that they forgive any mistakes or thoughtless words I might have regretfully or impulsively used. I hope and pray that my family and I can help Mom as she finds her way in the dark. May the things I knit and pass along be cherished and bring wonderful memories to the next generation and the next.
Love you Mom. I won't forget. I will remember for you.
My knitting bag is so full on these days. Today no less than 4 projects in the works. I know I will only get to one, but I have to have them all with me, just in case. In case of what you may ask? I wish I knew the answer to that.
I take them with me each time I go to stay with Mom. She is facing the decline into dementia and I think I knit to remember the mother who taught me how. After Daddy died a couple of years ago, Mom just stopped. She had been confused and having trouble remembering for a long time, but once Dad was gone, I think she just gave in to it. There was no reason for her to try anymore so she just stopped.
My siblings and I have taken turns staying with her. Caring for her and trying to help her find something, anything to make her happy again. To no avail. It is like the disease has taken of her joy and holds it hostage.
Everyone who helps has a different opinion of what they observe. Her sisters all quite a few years younger, all living alone come and go and try to stay positive and coax Mom back into life. She will have a good hour or two, but then finds company overwhelming and retreats, sometimes in anger, sometimes exhaustion, sometimes in anxiety.
One sibling watches for a good day and holds on to it as though it is a cure. "She had a great day; I think we really have turned the corner. Everything will be better. She is back." Then the next day comes and we begin again.
Another sibling doesn't understand and tries to come, only to be devastated by what is found when they arrive.
Then there is one more who is observing and understanding and accepting of all that is happening. Eager to learn whatever they can to assist Mom and care for her.
I am not certain where I fall in all of this. I come with soup or a sweet. Something I know that she will eat a little bit of. I bring along my knitting and sit beside her and knit. Sometimes we talk. More often lately we just sit side by side. She has little to say. Mom crochets small lap covers and blankets to give away to the homeless shelter. For many years she knit and crocheted for Project Linus and a battered women's shelter. Anyone having a baby would receive a baby sweater. I have the ones she made for my children ready for them when they have children of their own. But lately I don't see a baby sweater in the works. The pattern has become too difficult. I am not sure that there will be anymore baby sweaters.
We are all getting older and for many, watching their parents age or become diseased is more than they can handle. We wonder if our fate will be the same or if we will burden our children in future years. Our time is precious. The time we spend with our parents, grandparents, children and grandchildren also so very precious. Do we make a difference? I hope so. I hope that everyone can spend time with their parents. Learn who they are today. Forget past memories that are hurtful or sad and remember the good memories.
In my life, I have had both and now as I am getting older, I try to forget anything that causes me to waste time on negative thoughts or energies.
Today I turned 55. Whew! I still feel 26, 30 or even 36. I search my mind for some wonderful memories or vague recollections of lovely feelings.
I remember my Mom had this wonderful dress. White cotton, sleeveless with a wide belt. There was this wonderful large flower print on the full skirt. I thought is it was probably the most beautiful dress she ever wore. She was always smiling when I remember her in that dress.
When there was a summer thunderstorm, Mom and Dad or one or the other would come and sit on our beds and we would just be together during the storm. They always left the flashlight on so it was never dark.
A new swing set in the spring. Carnival parades in the summer. Lots of pennies under my pillow in payment for the tooth I lost. Whoopie pies! Red lipstick. My Mom never left the house without her lipstick on. I never understood that. I hate lipstick. But she always looked beautiful.
Mom used to sing when I was little. I remember her singing; You are my Sunshine was a favorite. I practiced it so I could sing it too. Family holidays and family picnics. Everyone together, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. Everyone lived in town and we were together all the time. It was good. No video games. Card games. Mom and Dad and the aunts and uncles would play for pennies. The next morning we kids would crawl under the formica kitchen table and look for dropped treasure. Mom had spent hours, and hours, and hours making a wool braided rug. It was under that kitchen table and the pennies would hide in the dark colors. We never found a fortune but a penny or two would certainly do.
We were brought up with love, not perfection, but love. Our parents did really well and grew up with us just like we did raising our children. I can only hope that I have done half as well. I hope that the memories of my children are good and kind and that they forgive any mistakes or thoughtless words I might have regretfully or impulsively used. I hope and pray that my family and I can help Mom as she finds her way in the dark. May the things I knit and pass along be cherished and bring wonderful memories to the next generation and the next.
Love you Mom. I won't forget. I will remember for you.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
What we teach our children
Winter is a time to stay cozy and warm, generally knitting or beading something that makes us happy. This season has been remarkably free of snow and fairly mild. Still I have at least 3 UFO's on needles and a bead project in the works. Also sewing some fun aprons. This means that I am feeling productive.
What do I do while executing all of these projects? Hmmmmmm. Well, it is election season so I spend quite a lot of time trying to learn about options for the future. Because of this I have formed quite a few opinions of what I see and hear in the media.
Intelligent people use the media to sort through the information and ignore the crazy to get to the sane.
However, this season I feel a little nauseated by the garbage being thrown about. I spent many years raising my children. It went by so very quickly. I hoped that they would be good people, healthy people, kind people, happy people. And, you know, they are. Our children are hard working, kind people who make me proud to know them all.
But I fear for the next generation of young people who are being exposed to such (the only word for it is) Meanness. The cruelty of many of our leaders amazes me and saddens me. Our politicians have become bullies. Is it a wonder that our teenagers follow the examples set by these so-called leaders? Media reports it for all of us to interpret for ourselves, but our children, the children, see all of this and are learning that to lead is to be cruel, selfish, greedy and obstructionist.
What is so wrong for people to pay a fair share of taxes? Not a dollar more? Shame on Mr. Romney. As a Massachusetts resident; you disappointed me then so, in good conscience I could not vote for you now. Sorry. Mr. Gingrich; Nobody should vote for you. You were always a cruel person. You shamed yourself and our country. Go home and sell your books.
I am not disappointed in our President. I am amazed that he has been able to accomplish so very much with the opposition he has encountered from our so called representatives. He will have my support and my vote no matter what. He governs with grace and respect and kindness, and reaches out to opposition over and over. President Obama is the example of good for the next generation. As one of the 99% this President has given me hope and continues to do so. The legacy left by the previous president (that's previous president with a small p)was daunting and still Mr. Obama picked up the pieces and began the incredible task of cleaning up the mess.
One percent; THE one percent. Where do we begin? They will never be able to spend their money in 3 lifetimes and yet they keep it to themselves. With a simple tax adjustment that won't hurt them in the least they could help our country. Banks have exploited people in their greed and even when the previous administration bailed their bums out they still refuse to help people.
Jobs....well now let's see...No more off shoring any job. American companies need to employ Americans. No questions. No exceptions.
Energy. Wind, Solar, Hydro power. Time to be honest and truthful and get these energies up and running. Grants would help but they need to be easily understood by those who could benefit from them. And honestly; OIL, COAL, HYDRO-FRACKING. Just say no to these crazy things. Just say no. Please.
So, I will continue to knit and bead, sew and listen and form opinions.
And Do Unto Others as I would have them do unto me. The golden rule is still the only rule.
What do I do while executing all of these projects? Hmmmmmm. Well, it is election season so I spend quite a lot of time trying to learn about options for the future. Because of this I have formed quite a few opinions of what I see and hear in the media.
Intelligent people use the media to sort through the information and ignore the crazy to get to the sane.
However, this season I feel a little nauseated by the garbage being thrown about. I spent many years raising my children. It went by so very quickly. I hoped that they would be good people, healthy people, kind people, happy people. And, you know, they are. Our children are hard working, kind people who make me proud to know them all.
But I fear for the next generation of young people who are being exposed to such (the only word for it is) Meanness. The cruelty of many of our leaders amazes me and saddens me. Our politicians have become bullies. Is it a wonder that our teenagers follow the examples set by these so-called leaders? Media reports it for all of us to interpret for ourselves, but our children, the children, see all of this and are learning that to lead is to be cruel, selfish, greedy and obstructionist.
What is so wrong for people to pay a fair share of taxes? Not a dollar more? Shame on Mr. Romney. As a Massachusetts resident; you disappointed me then so, in good conscience I could not vote for you now. Sorry. Mr. Gingrich; Nobody should vote for you. You were always a cruel person. You shamed yourself and our country. Go home and sell your books.
I am not disappointed in our President. I am amazed that he has been able to accomplish so very much with the opposition he has encountered from our so called representatives. He will have my support and my vote no matter what. He governs with grace and respect and kindness, and reaches out to opposition over and over. President Obama is the example of good for the next generation. As one of the 99% this President has given me hope and continues to do so. The legacy left by the previous president (that's previous president with a small p)was daunting and still Mr. Obama picked up the pieces and began the incredible task of cleaning up the mess.
One percent; THE one percent. Where do we begin? They will never be able to spend their money in 3 lifetimes and yet they keep it to themselves. With a simple tax adjustment that won't hurt them in the least they could help our country. Banks have exploited people in their greed and even when the previous administration bailed their bums out they still refuse to help people.
Jobs....well now let's see...No more off shoring any job. American companies need to employ Americans. No questions. No exceptions.
Energy. Wind, Solar, Hydro power. Time to be honest and truthful and get these energies up and running. Grants would help but they need to be easily understood by those who could benefit from them. And honestly; OIL, COAL, HYDRO-FRACKING. Just say no to these crazy things. Just say no. Please.
So, I will continue to knit and bead, sew and listen and form opinions.
And Do Unto Others as I would have them do unto me. The golden rule is still the only rule.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Do you watch Holiday Movies?
Well, I am here to tell you that I do. You name it, I watch it. Series Christmas episodes, Lifetime, Hallmark. Silly I know, but they keep me knitting and beat so much of the "real" tv. Give me a little fantasy and a taste of the classics any day. White Christmas all colorized and schmaltzy. Makes me hum and smile while scribbling on Christmas cards and wrapping gifts. Well I did all of those things. Even finished a couple of knitted and beaded gifties.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and the end of the escapism. Sigh. Where do we go from here?
Well, it is an election year so the entertainment will be unlimited. We will hear it all, see it all, and shake our heads over just about all of it.
So let's see. What shall we knit to keep ourselves sane?
I have an unfinished sweater, about 2 thirds finished. So perhaps I will begin there. Then there is the summer sleeveless shell being knit in bamboo yarn with a lacy hem. That's two. Also you will find a single sock in need of a mate in my craft room. I started a pair of awesome gloves just this morning. The possibilities are endless. The baby girl gift for a spring baby on the way. And I have some summer tops in kits just itching to be started.
All at the same time my multiple knitting personality will bounce from project to project.
So if I declare here in print, for the world to see that I will not begin a new project until I finish all of the UFO's I have laying around, will you believe me?
Me neither.
Happy New Year
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and the end of the escapism. Sigh. Where do we go from here?
Well, it is an election year so the entertainment will be unlimited. We will hear it all, see it all, and shake our heads over just about all of it.
So let's see. What shall we knit to keep ourselves sane?
I have an unfinished sweater, about 2 thirds finished. So perhaps I will begin there. Then there is the summer sleeveless shell being knit in bamboo yarn with a lacy hem. That's two. Also you will find a single sock in need of a mate in my craft room. I started a pair of awesome gloves just this morning. The possibilities are endless. The baby girl gift for a spring baby on the way. And I have some summer tops in kits just itching to be started.
All at the same time my multiple knitting personality will bounce from project to project.
So if I declare here in print, for the world to see that I will not begin a new project until I finish all of the UFO's I have laying around, will you believe me?
Me neither.
Happy New Year
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
empty nesting
Without exception every child has moved in the past 2 months. How does that happen? I went from getting up to make breakfast(s) before the bus to a quick walk with the pups. Less than half the laundry. Lots of quiet.
I miss the noise and confusion. I really thought that I would love the new independence that everybody growing up would bring. But, I confess, I miss the noise and the mess.
Still can't get motivated to make our space just for us yet. Still thinking about keeping things the same for "visits".
Cooking for 2 seemed like a wonderful idea except, some days, I don't have any ideas. How silly is that?
It is wonderful to know that the children (now grown ups) have embarked on new adventures; new lives; new jobs; new places. They make us proud to know them. They are all really and truly, Nice People. They are adults I would like to call friends; not just my kids.
At some point in raising children we have to let go (and I confess, that was tough for me; ask any of them), to let them find their ways in the world. Watching them all step up the next rung of the ladder that is life is awesome. They are making decisions and being responsible for their lives.
When the kids come home it is a party. Without exception, the noise and laughter prevails.
We are well and truly blessed to have them. But one little confession; this mom is a tiny bit lonely without them. Sigh....
I miss the noise and confusion. I really thought that I would love the new independence that everybody growing up would bring. But, I confess, I miss the noise and the mess.
Still can't get motivated to make our space just for us yet. Still thinking about keeping things the same for "visits".
Cooking for 2 seemed like a wonderful idea except, some days, I don't have any ideas. How silly is that?
It is wonderful to know that the children (now grown ups) have embarked on new adventures; new lives; new jobs; new places. They make us proud to know them. They are all really and truly, Nice People. They are adults I would like to call friends; not just my kids.
At some point in raising children we have to let go (and I confess, that was tough for me; ask any of them), to let them find their ways in the world. Watching them all step up the next rung of the ladder that is life is awesome. They are making decisions and being responsible for their lives.
When the kids come home it is a party. Without exception, the noise and laughter prevails.
We are well and truly blessed to have them. But one little confession; this mom is a tiny bit lonely without them. Sigh....
Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween and knitting
I just love Halloween. Not to be scared, not for blood and gore, but for all of the lovely warm colors. Leaves, jack-o-lanterns, children's costumes and of course, candy corn. This year I have been treated or rather tricked by mother nature who decided to costume New England in white. Not a ghost costume mind you, but a blanket of snow two feet deep. Enough to plow! Enough to shovel, and enough to take down trees and power lines for hundreds of thousands. We in the Berkshires were spared much of the damage. Most of our leaves had fallen and so our friends and family less than 20 miles away are in the dark and it's cold. Tried to drive to family today only to be detoured and turned back at every possible access. I finally returned home and will try again tomorrow. In the meantime I knit. My fun project this Halloween season is a little tiny witch's hat. Knitted and felted and then embellished with needle felting, this little hat sits perkily on the top of a wine bottle. I have the pattern here to share. I hope you will enjoy making and gifting them as much as I did.
Witch’s Hat
Wine bottle topper
Materials: Black 100% wool. (not superwash).
Size 10 DPN’s
One stitch marker
Crochet hook or yarn needle for weaving in ends
Needle felting foam and needle,
Scraps of needle felting wool in your choice of colors
This little witch’s hat wine bottle topper is fast and easy to make. Once felted you can add little embellishments with needle felting scraps, beads or embroidery. Wonderful for a hostess gift of wine or for a bazaar craft table to make a couple of $. Please let people know that terryg shared this with you. Thanks. Happy Haunting.
CO 4 stitches.
I-cord one row,
I-cord next row and increase as follows: K1, kfb, across (6 stitches)
I-cord one more row.
Begin to I cord next row and place stitches onto total of 3 dpns. (2 stitches per needle).
Now you will work in rounds.
K two rounds
Next round: K1, kfb around for 9 stitches
K two rounds
K2, kfb around, (12 stitches)
K five rounds
K3 Kfb around (15 sts)
K two rounds
K4, Kfb around ( 18 sts)
K one round
K5, Kfb around (21 sts)
K one round
K3, Kfb around to last stitch, K1, (26 sts)
K one round
K4, Kfb around to last stitch, K1 (30 sts)
K one round, Purl one round, K one round, Bind off in Purl.
Weave in ends, felt and embellish as you wish. I needle felted the band and bow.
Witch’s Hat
Wine bottle topper
Materials: Black 100% wool. (not superwash).
Size 10 DPN’s
One stitch marker
Crochet hook or yarn needle for weaving in ends
Needle felting foam and needle,
Scraps of needle felting wool in your choice of colors
This little witch’s hat wine bottle topper is fast and easy to make. Once felted you can add little embellishments with needle felting scraps, beads or embroidery. Wonderful for a hostess gift of wine or for a bazaar craft table to make a couple of $. Please let people know that terryg shared this with you. Thanks. Happy Haunting.
CO 4 stitches.
I-cord one row,
I-cord next row and increase as follows: K1, kfb, across (6 stitches)
I-cord one more row.
Begin to I cord next row and place stitches onto total of 3 dpns. (2 stitches per needle).
Now you will work in rounds.
K two rounds
Next round: K1, kfb around for 9 stitches
K two rounds
K2, kfb around, (12 stitches)
K five rounds
K3 Kfb around (15 sts)
K two rounds
K4, Kfb around ( 18 sts)
K one round
K5, Kfb around (21 sts)
K one round
K3, Kfb around to last stitch, K1, (26 sts)
K one round
K4, Kfb around to last stitch, K1 (30 sts)
K one round, Purl one round, K one round, Bind off in Purl.
Weave in ends, felt and embellish as you wish. I needle felted the band and bow.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
climate change
Now I truly cannot understand folks declaring that climate change does not exist. Here we are, in the beginning of June and we have seen tornadoes pretty much all over the place. Missouri, Alabama, even Massachusetts. Record heat even here in New England and last night there were thunderstorms most of the night.
Perhaps climate change means more than one thing. The climate, as in our weather, is just one type of change. Climate in the middle east. Demands for change just another climate "of" change. Hm. Politics in the US have become obstructionist in a time when cooperation is vital. We have a president of incredible humanity and intelligence and the "opposition" obstructs even as their own supporters object to their actions.
I feel ashamed of these politicians who waste our time and treasure because they can't get past the "differences". Their veiled racism shame all of us. Get over your idiocy and get back to work.
All people want their social security. All people want medicare. You have pandered to the rich for long enough. Do the right thing for a change. Even many of the "rich" tell you that they would gladly pay their fair share and still you won't listen.
We need to stop wasting our time on the Sarah Palin's, Michelle Bachman's and Mark Sanfords of the world. Ms. Palin shouldn't be president as she actually QUIT her job as governor. She needs to be ignored and not followed. She's only in it for the money, the money, the money. She is making the press her dupes.
Americans of every political party used to take care of one another. Now some would hold hostage the funds for victims of floods and tornadoes to get what they want. What is that about? What has happened to our humanity?
You who would care more for oil company tax breaks than the health and welfare of your constituents are embarrassments. Your mothers would be ashamed of you.
I confess, I escape in my beads and yarns and try to work with good thoughts and prayers that would turn the hearts and minds of these narrow minded people. As I sit here and watch the evidence of climate change of all kinds I look for hope.
Perhaps climate change means more than one thing. The climate, as in our weather, is just one type of change. Climate in the middle east. Demands for change just another climate "of" change. Hm. Politics in the US have become obstructionist in a time when cooperation is vital. We have a president of incredible humanity and intelligence and the "opposition" obstructs even as their own supporters object to their actions.
I feel ashamed of these politicians who waste our time and treasure because they can't get past the "differences". Their veiled racism shame all of us. Get over your idiocy and get back to work.
All people want their social security. All people want medicare. You have pandered to the rich for long enough. Do the right thing for a change. Even many of the "rich" tell you that they would gladly pay their fair share and still you won't listen.
We need to stop wasting our time on the Sarah Palin's, Michelle Bachman's and Mark Sanfords of the world. Ms. Palin shouldn't be president as she actually QUIT her job as governor. She needs to be ignored and not followed. She's only in it for the money, the money, the money. She is making the press her dupes.
Americans of every political party used to take care of one another. Now some would hold hostage the funds for victims of floods and tornadoes to get what they want. What is that about? What has happened to our humanity?
You who would care more for oil company tax breaks than the health and welfare of your constituents are embarrassments. Your mothers would be ashamed of you.
I confess, I escape in my beads and yarns and try to work with good thoughts and prayers that would turn the hearts and minds of these narrow minded people. As I sit here and watch the evidence of climate change of all kinds I look for hope.
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