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Okay, so…

If we all married someone a different color than ourselves, it wouldn’t take very long for everyone to be one beautiful color.  People who were black or white would stand out and be considered “Other.”  Kids would look in books to see pictures of white people and gasp at their pale complexion.  They would ask if white people were sick.  If they could go out in the sun.  If they were Vampires.  Think about it.  If everyone was a luscious brown, what would white people look like to kids who had never seen them?

I realize that wouldn’t solve much.  People would just find something else to fight about, be prejudice over.  But far down the line, who would remember racism?  Who would ever think of people being harmed because of the color of their skin?  They would think we were horrible, insane, pathetic, barbaric.  They would be right, of course, but sometimes we can’t see the terrible things we do unless we look behind us.  Too far behind us.  Sure we would lose diversity but that would be better than what we have now.  White, male, power.

Women could change things but like race, women are kept in line with violence and brutality, laws and hatred.  Anything that could bring about equality and fairness, anything that would threaten the status quo, is treated with violence and even death.

See, the thing is, most people only think, or act, on things that only affect them personally.  If their kids aren’t being shot in the street because of their color, then it’s not their problem.  But it is everyone’s problem.   Cutting off lives, talent, creativity, beauty and intelligence because of color or gender IS a crime against each of us.  People have been conditioned to NOT see that. To NOT see the terrible loss that hatred causes, that greed, prejudice and inequality steals from our culture and lives.

I don’t know how to change anything.  I used to think I did.  I tried.  Now the Klan and rape are  on college campuses.  All those years of trying to make things better and things are worse.  I don’t want to believe that we can’t make a difference but all the evidence points to that.  What do we do now?  Like minded people just talk to each other.  They don’t have money to fight long term, even short term.  The money is backing the rich and powerful, not the people.

We are living in interesting times…deadly, mean, greedy, times.  I read something by an anthropologist who said that it’s exciting to look back on times like these, times when great changes are taking place.  She said that it’s not fun to LIVE through them, just to look back on them.  Apparently they happen with some regularity.  If that’s true, it just shows that we never learn anything and they we keep making the same mistakes over and over again.  Not interesting at all…just pathetic.

 

I don’t think that we were every friends…but this statement is relevant today…

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Okay, so…

Melanie, from wordifull.com, is coming to stay for a week.  She’s flying in Tuesday morning and the fun will begin.  We are going to yummy restaurants, cool bookstores (that’s a necessity) and maybe, if the weather is agreeable, downtown.  We were down there last April, when she was here, but there’s so much more to see.  We’ll also do Tarot Cards and talk all night.

Hopefully, I’ll take a lot of pictures but who knows?  Just letting you know that starting Tuesday my blog will be light or not at all, cuz you know…FUN is to be had.  Last time she was here she told me a true story about a bad goose and it was really late at night and I lost it completely…the idea of a bad goose was just too much at that point, I mean head down on the table, tears running down my face funny.  It was actually her delivery but it was incredibly funny, even though her story wasn’t.  That’s what happens to people who are overtired, right?  They laugh at the wrong times.  I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow for stuff to eat between dining out.  She loves our pizza and there is a Mexican restaurant that is to die for, as they say.  OMG, sooooo delicious.

The weather doesn’t look that good but our weather rarely looks good and it changes from minute to minute, so we will just have to wait and see.  It is going to be hot and humid…I just hope it doesn’t rain all the time because I really want to take her downtown.  But no matter what, we’ll have a good time.  I’m sure we’ll both have stories to tell.

 

Apple…

I just came home from spending an hour at the Genius Bar.  My computer is in great shape, that the dragons for that.  The problem, after much diagnostics is the Word Press Reader.  Yes…it’s WP.  The webpage is sucking all the gigabytes from my computer so I can’t use it any longer.  That means I have to figure out a way to see your blogs.  I may have to just click on your picture that is underneath my posts and go directly to your site.  He said the webpage (Reader) is the only problem there is.  Everything else is fine.  I have plenty of memory and everything works perfectly, it’s just that one page.  So, I will do my best, since reading your posts is the fun part of my morning, if I’m not showing up, it’s because I’m trying to get a system in order.

So, if any of you are having problems with frozen screens or the spinning wheel of death, that could be the reason.

Oh, and I went in to Apple yesterday to make an appointment in person.  When I went there today, they didn’t have the appointment.  A woman sat next to me and said exactly the same thing.  She had gone in yesterday and we both had appointments for 2:30 but they didn’t have either one of us down.  She said, “This is an electronic, computer place and it’s not good that they didn’t have our appointments.”  We started laughing and agreed.  They took us right away, however, because it wasn’t our fault but that’s what’s going on.

 

I went to the DMV…

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All I can say is that it’s a good thing
we don’t have to use the old-fashioned hand signals
to show which direction we’re going to go in
while driving
because I lean so far to the left
I’d never be able to make a right turn…
I’m serious.
I don’t think I could point to the right
for any reason at all.

–Me

 

So, I got to the DMV and joined the line that was  all the way to the door. At least it was moving fast, since there were two guys at info desks handing out numbers and checking IDs.  It was finally my turn.  I got to the desk, gave him my papers and license and the guy said:

“You like to party.  I can see it in your eyes.”

“Uh, “What?”

“I can always tell by looking into someone’s eyes.  You like to party.”

“See how old I am?”

“You don’t look it.”

Okay.  I finally got my number and I was walking away when he said, “Stop back on your way out and let me know where you are.” Keep in mind that he knew where I lived because he had just had my license in his hand.  I didn’t turn around because I thought hissing at someone might have gotten ME into trouble.  Guys don’t get into trouble but women do.  So I was angry going in to this thing.

So, moving right along, I waited some more and then took the vision test. Then I stood in a short line to pay my $5 fee.   Lucky me, I was chosen to take a road test.  I haven’t had one since I got my driver’s license as a kid.  So, I went and sat with all the other unfortunate people who also had to take the test.  I was sitting there when a very tall man sat down right beside me (there were open seats available).  He leaned against me and I was just getting ready to move when he said, “Sign here.  I’m your driving instructor.  I like to sneak up on people.”  Really?  How INSANE is that?  He likes to sneak up on people?  So, then he asked me where my car was, as if it might have been in my pocket, or in California, or maybe in my purse.   I told him it was in the PARKING LOT.  He told me to take him to it but he walked way behind me and no matter how slowly I went, he refused to catch up.  We finally arrive at my car and he told me to get in and step on the brake, honk the horn, roll down the driver’s side window and put on the left, then right turn signals. He did the same thing while standing in front of my car, without the horn and honking was the only thing I really wanted to do while he was standing there.  Then he got in, pushed the seat all the way back and leaned the top of the seat back.  He talked SOOOOO SLLLOOOWWLLLYY that I wanted to scream but…I also wanted to be able to drive, so I just GRIPPED the steering wheel tightly and started grinding my teeth.  I’m really bad at things like this.  I kept wishing I had a baseball bat on the floor behind my seat.  We always carried one when we were kids (my dad had a tire iron instead). I mean I wouldn’t have grabbed the bat, of course, but it would have made me happy to know it was there…but I digress.

I asked which way he wanted me to go and he pointed to his right.  Three seconds later we were at the exit, which led to a very busy road.  He told me to keep both hands on the wheel and that there was no time limit on the test.  He repeated that many, many times, about there not being a time limit.   So, there was a break in traffic and I pulled out and he started screaming!

“YOU CAN’T PULL INTO TRAFFIC WHEN CARS ARE COMING!!!  YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO DO ANYTHING UNITL I TELL YOU TO DO IT.”

I said, “You didn’t tell me that and there are always cars coming,”

I thought I failed in the first two minutes.

After a while, he had me turn left onto a side street,  “WHEN I FELT THAT IT WAS SAFE TO DO SO.”  He repeated that constantly as well.  I wanted to tell him that I only turned when it’s dangerous and a hundred cars were coming right at me, so that I could cut in front of them, but I didn’t, because as I said, I want to keep driving.  He had me pull over and told me that I could stop wherever I liked, in front of any house I wanted to park in front of.  I am not making this up.  Then he said, “How do you park on a hill?”

I said, “Why?  There aren’t any hills in Chicago or the suburbs.”

Seriously, we are a hill free zone.  When we were kids we went EVERYWHERE looking for a hill down which we could skate.  We found an incline and took a bus to that spot, just to roll downward.  WE ARE A FLAT PLACE.

“He repeated the question.  I said, “Going down forward or down backward?”

From then on we spoke with our hands.  Apparently he meant facing the top of the hill, not going forward but backward.  I told him both ways, just to be safe and he said, “Is that your final answer?”

I said, “Why?  Is there another one?”

We did that for about three minutes and finally, I said “Yes, that’s my final answer.  So what’s the answer?”

“I can’t tell you until we get back to the building,” he said.

“How truly crazy is that?  He couldn’t tell me the answer until he got inside the DMV?  He did say that very few got the answer right unless they were from LA.  Chicago is not LA but I did not think it was wise to point that out.  I wondered if they ask Chicago questions at the DMV in California?  Like how do you park on a flat surface?   As I said, we don’t have any hills in Chicago, or the surrounding area.  NONE.  Downstate has them but I don’t go there.  I don’t know anyone who goes there, that’s why we don’t know the answer to the question.

Following his INCREDIBLY DETAILED instructions, I got us back to the parking lot.  He told me that I could park in front of any of the white signs.  Any of them.  The choice was all mine.  So, I pulled in perfectly and he started SCREAMING, again, “DON’T HIT THE SIGN, DON’T HIT THE SIGN.”  We were stopped but I felt that it was unnecessary to point that out.

I’m a really good driver.  He was, well, I’m not sure what he was.  Anyway, I followed him in and he pointed to a chair.  He mumbled that I had passed but that I should never pull out onto a street if I can see cars coming.  In other words, he was saying that people should stay home, since they would never be able to get onto a busy street. Then he said that I answered the hill question correctly but failed to mention that one has to put the on the emergency brake after pointing the tires in the right direction.  I said that I actually knew that but forgot about it since we don’t have any hills.  He said that I did not signal when pulling away from the curb on the side street, after answering the question about the hill…but I didn’t mention the fact that I was daydreaming about dragging him behind my car and that kind of distracted me.

I had my picture taken and then went directly to Whole Foods, where I bought a HUGE piece of cherry pie and ate it in the car.  I needed something to bring me down and that was all I could think of that didn’t involve a lot of blood and cops.

I don’t have to go back until 2021.  If I’m alive in 2021, hopefully, I’ll be able to mail it in.  If not, I’m going to the place I always go to, even thought the lines are a lot longer…this DMV was new and a mistake.  The people are sane at the other one.

So, that’s my story.  Just another day in paradise.

 

FYI…

I am having a lot of problems with my computer…again.  It constantly freezes and I can’t do anything at all.  I have everything closed and it takes ten minutes to do the simplest thing.  It won’t let me get into your posts, leave messages or even press “like.”  I can’t scroll down on my Reader because it’s blank.  I’ve turned the thing off about ten or eleven times but nothing makes any difference.  I keep getting the spinning wheel of death, in color, then it turns blue.  I can’t even turn anything off because, as I said, the screen is frozen.  Sometimes my arrow disappears.  I’m really tired of this.  So, if you don’t hear from me it’s only because I can’t find you, leave a message, if I can, or even let you know that I like what you’ve done.  It will let me write on my blog and that’s it.  Even my mail won’t work.  It’t takes ten more minutes to go to the next message and the spinning wheel never goes away.  Makes me tired.

Moving stuff around…

About one o’clock this morning I decided to move some of my pictures around, so I did.  They are big and heavy but so what.  This morning I moved them all back to their regular places because they were already where they belonged.  Life’s like that, right?  We sometimes think something would be better if it was different than it is but we forget that we already eliminated a lot of other choices before we put whatever it is in its perfect place.

It never hurts to mix things up, as long as you aren’t cheating on someone, because you can never fix that, or make it perfect again.  Anyway, I’m constantly moving things around because it’s fun and refreshing but some things like being where they are and I can respect that, so I apologized and told them I would leave them alone.  Everyone’s happy.

Okay, so…

One problem with raising kids is that we are always a step behind.  Children are brought up by people who were raised in the past and the things they try to teach their kids are often no longer applicable.  That causes friction because the kids don’t have a clue as to what their parents are trying to do and parents don’t understand why some of the things that worked for them are not working for their kids.

It happens every time.  I read somewhere where people were once hysterical because they stopped teaching children how to sharpen a pencil with a knife, in school.  It was a necessary skill at one time but suddenly, that skill was no longer needed.  Things fall away and new things pop up.  The kids growing up today will do the same thing to their children.

Unfortunately, too many things are being lost today because of phones, media and the corruption of society.  Some states are passing laws that won’t allow children to have phones until they are thirteen.  Kids can’t read facial expressions as well as they used to and emotions are things called emojis.  We are becoming detached from one another and many things that kept us civilized and mannerly are falling away.

Each generation tries to stop the next one from making the same mistakesI it made but that’s impossible because life is like dominos falling and everyone has to learn for themselves.  No one could stop us from doing anything, people forget that…well, no one could stop anyone I knew. LOL

I told my kids that it was my job to tell them what not to do but that I knew they had to learn for themselves.  I said I trusted them to always do the right thing (and they did, mostly). When they screwed up in school I got them out of trouble…I got their friends out of trouble as well.  Kids do stupid thing.  I mean I know people who know people who know people who said they have seen perfect children but we just shake our heads and ask if they have seen a yeti as well.

If we didn’t live the way we do, with all the rules, laws, isolated from one another, forced to work for paper money or starve, things would be a lot different.  We have built a structure that is not conducive to life.  Everyone is under surveillance and competing with one another.  Our life style is destroying a lot of families/people but we keep doing the same thing over and over.

Now the whole world is in danger…threatened by insane men who we allow to have power over uw and over the armed forces and bombs.  Kids are being arrested to make money for the states that are broke.  The middle class is sliding into poverty.  People are afraid and that’s being DONE to them.

I keep telling my grandchildren NOT to have kids…but they won’t listen any more than we did.  My daughter didn’t listen and I told her not to have kids everyday of her life.  It’s hormones.  We have no choice, We are like the animals on the open plains, when the chemicals hit, we do what any animal does and then nine months later we have a baby human, instead of a zebra.  Although I’m betting a zebra wouldn’t make us want to jump off of a tall building.

So, whatever we do, society takes over once the kids are out of the house and off to school to be conditioned and brainwashed for the state.  We fight back but it’s not easy.  Still, we can’t give up.  And I know the kids will have more kids and that makes me want to lay down for a long time.  I told them to have cats and pretend that they are their children.  Jesse and her boyfriend just got a kitten and he’s adorable.  They named him Twenty-One because it’s their favorite number and there’s a rapper they liked and that’s his name.  It’s a difficult name for a cat.  Try calling Twenty-one couple times and you’ll see what I mean.  Every cat I’ve ever named has ended up with a nickname I’m, so guessing that’s going to happen with Twenty-One.  Maybe they’ll end up calling him Tee Oh, for short.  The cat won’t care, he knows what his name is and that’s all that really matters.

We all have to do life our own way.  I just tell the kids I’m happy for them and support their decisions.  I’m not their mother…I can do anything I like.  🙂  I’m okay with that and I’ve been around long enough to know there’s nothing anyone can do to make people different than they are…and that’s okay too.

Okay, so…

Here’s the thing.  All of our choices can only be made from the things that are available to us. The things that are available to us were chosen by others.  With the loss of so many independent bookstores, the books we get to choose from are chosen by the establishment and by those who just want to make money.  Sure, we might be ABLE to order some obscure book from Amazon, but we would have to know that the book existed, in order to do so.  When you’re in an independent bookstore you have a better chance of seeing something that you didn’t know you were looking for.

All of life is like that…we get to choose the school we send our kids to by picking one out of all the available schools that are offered to us (well class and money fit in there of course).  Same goes for our clothing, our music, for EVERYTHING.  That  might make sense, UNLESS you think about all the radical people who are kept from making their art known.  Artists who are fantastic but never get a show, designers who never get to design anything that will actually support them.  Look at the street art on all the fantastic art blogs out there.  THOSE artists are the real artists, at least in my book.  You can tells me all the amazing things about a plain black canvas that is hanging in a museum, but I don’t really care. I’d rather look at what the street artists are doing because THAT is what real art is to me.  But like everyone else, artists are held back, held down, never allowed IN.  The people in charge keep the doors closed to people who can compete with them.  Brilliant students are labeled behavior disordered, so they won’t rise to the top and be a problem for the status quo.  Political artists are often jailed, their work destroyed.

Where did all the bellbottoms go?  They just stopped making them, so we were FORCED to buy boot leg jeans.  Not our choice, they just told us they were passed and to get on with buying what they wanted us to buy. The media forces us to see the things we like, as no longer acceptable.  Even if we wanted to buy bellbottoms, they just aren’t there and our choices are stopped dead in their tracks.  We don’t get to CHOOSE beauty, we are TOLD what it is and we are expected to act accordingly. Our choices are made FOR us not by us.  Just something to think about.

So, while we think we are making decisions we should remember that we are choosing from the things that we are allowed to choose from.  It’s like that with our government, it’s like that with the establishment, it’s like that with everything and that’s why the loss of so many independent bookstores is a terrible thing.  With their loss, we have far fewer choices and are left to choose from books that are more mainstream and better fitting with the status quo.

I was thinking…

I bought a bag of California cherries and they are absolutely delicious…hard as a rock and sweet.  I can’t taste very many things, hardly anything in fact, so saying they are delicious is something, at least for me. Anyway, I got to thinking about holding on to things and how we can’t do it.  The cherries are yummy but if I don’t eat them fast enough they will spoil and I will have to throw them away.  Nothing I do will stop them from becoming icky.  It’s the same with summer. I love summer so much but nothing I can do will keep summer in Chicago longer than it wants to stay.  No pleading, promises, or sacrifices will stop the sun from going away.  Nothing could stop the ones I love from dying.  When I started thinking about the cherries, I understood that I can’t make anything happen, or not happen, which is basically the same thing.  I’m standing in a space, in time, and things are happening around me and they come and go.  Delicious to rotten, sun to ice, life to death and I don’t have to do anything because there’s nothing I can do.  That frees me up to do as I please because I can’t make a difference in life.  Life doesn’t even notice me.  I’m just a blip on the wind.  My wishes are not important, or taken into consideration.  The universe won’t make the cherries last a day longer than they last just because I want them to stay.  Like the stars that are born and die, we too follow that path, although to be fair, stars last a LOT longer than we do.  It’s all about matter coming together and falling apart and there’s nothing to stop it from happening.  I’m okay with that because that’s the way this universe works.  So like the cherries, we have a “use by this date,” stamped on us somewhere, and after that date, well, you can figure out the rest by yourself.  LOL

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