tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.comments2015-01-04T06:42:40.016-08:00Quotidian MusingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-37279730704911725682015-01-03T21:58:23.574-08:002015-01-03T21:58:23.574-08:00Well said, Happy New YearsWell said, Happy New YearsPrickleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17755191294609526570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-3051667471214361282014-12-31T14:05:36.247-08:002014-12-31T14:05:36.247-08:00Brava, brava.Brava, brava.Idahttp://www.knife-fork-spoon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-43263227703356969452013-09-15T22:00:18.926-07:002013-09-15T22:00:18.926-07:00Hmm it seems like your blog ate my first comment (...Hmm it seems like your blog ate my first comment (it was extremely long) so <br />I guess I'll just sum it up what I had written and say, I'm thoroughly enjoying your blog.<br /><br />I as well am an aspiring blog writer but I'm <br />still new to everything. Do you have any suggestions for rookie blog <br />writers? I'd really appreciate it.<br /><br />Feel free to surf to my web blog <a href="http://www.youthlinkjamaica.com/purchasing-steel-targets" rel="nofollow">steel handgun targets</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-5324634630904742202012-08-14T00:50:35.044-07:002012-08-14T00:50:35.044-07:00I really enjoyed reading this and am glad that som...I really enjoyed reading this and am glad that someone else thinks of this phenomenon in the same light that I do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-34799533145270965332011-11-27T07:03:23.633-08:002011-11-27T07:03:23.633-08:00Time for me to count my blessings and to realise t...Time for me to count my blessings and to realise the much maligned NHS may be creaking under the strain but it's good to have. Hoping you feel better soon.joanygeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05250522334758277619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-53909145856696330142011-06-20T08:37:41.451-07:002011-06-20T08:37:41.451-07:00I so GET this posting. My parents divorced when I...I so GET this posting. My parents divorced when I was 7 or 8. Funny that I don't remember much of my childhood. When my mom remarried, she had him adopt my sister an I. He was abusive and cruel at times, leaving me wistful and jealous of other's relationships with their father. When I married and had children it was extremely important to me that I create a stable home, and was a present father figure. Father's day for me, is all about my husband and the father he has been to our 3 wonderful children, and less about the men my mother chose to marry.The Stitching Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657883158424456512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-20804807516953648772011-06-20T07:51:14.262-07:002011-06-20T07:51:14.262-07:00I’ve often wondered how I might have been differen...<b>I’ve often wondered how I might have been different if I had had some sort of consistent father figure in my life.</b><br /><br />If I'm honest with myself, I wonder the same thing, Nan.Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-52668186880569500412011-03-10T14:01:18.912-08:002011-03-10T14:01:18.912-08:00I love words and over here there's too much of...I love words and over here there's too much of what's called 'political correctness' in the media. <br />Our youngsters seem to 'communicate' by text or grunting noises and shrugs...joanygeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05250522334758277619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-59974885004396022242011-03-09T08:38:16.539-08:002011-03-09T08:38:16.539-08:00We live in an amazingly contentious time. I guess ...We live in an amazingly contentious time. I guess the adolescence of America is unpleasant. <br /><br />Words are powerful - thanks for the reminder.On a limb with Claudiahttp://on-a-limb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-79949246500236397802011-02-20T21:23:14.209-08:002011-02-20T21:23:14.209-08:00You may be right, Chris. I have been busy and not...You may be right, Chris. I have been busy and not mulling over things as much as I did in the past.<br /><br />Thanks, Colin and Elizabeth!Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17387724459535218089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-11012320506587196252011-02-20T21:07:58.205-08:002011-02-20T21:07:58.205-08:00Maybe you haven't posted NOT because you'r...Maybe you haven't posted NOT because you're a procrastinator, but because you are busy and happy with life at the moment. I think we tend to post more when we are not as engaged in things happening in our lives. Either way, I'll look forward to your posts!ccomottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10709050680938134532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-28141743592357868352011-02-20T01:16:56.662-08:002011-02-20T01:16:56.662-08:00It would be good to have writing regularly again.It would be good to have writing regularly again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14864658805462324550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-74173877229956023072011-01-13T19:11:20.978-08:002011-01-13T19:11:20.978-08:00I'm looking forward to it!I'm looking forward to it!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11644180014894311308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-30937690191700927592010-03-24T15:46:40.730-07:002010-03-24T15:46:40.730-07:00What a terrible cousin I am as well as a horrible ...What a terrible cousin I am as well as a horrible correspondent! Sheesh... Can't believe I missed your birthday. Glad you joined the "Fabulous and Over Fifty" club!<br /><br />Keep up your writing and enjoy this new milestone. I always figure at 50, we're just twice as good as we were at 25 :-)<br /><br />Enjoy!!!ccomottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10709050680938134532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-71949741361462559772010-02-19T11:43:29.265-08:002010-02-19T11:43:29.265-08:00Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17387724459535218089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-41047158598390489582010-02-19T11:29:01.037-08:002010-02-19T11:29:01.037-08:00Happy Belated Birthday Nan.Happy Belated Birthday Nan.Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295177495189461273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-3990320762240522662010-02-19T11:27:44.352-08:002010-02-19T11:27:44.352-08:00That has always been one of my favourites.That has always been one of my favourites.Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295177495189461273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-10218477280989750512010-02-10T09:39:02.589-08:002010-02-10T09:39:02.589-08:00So glad you are writing again. My 50th was a turni...So glad you are writing again. My 50th was a turning point for me. The few months leading up to it, I experienced the worst of my life and then an epiphany and since then it's just got better and better day by day. I love being where I am and am now 51. I get fed up with those who moan about their age. Would they prefer the alternative?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14864658805462324550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-32222320993603420622010-02-09T14:05:57.610-08:002010-02-09T14:05:57.610-08:00Happy birthday! I don't put much relevance on ...Happy birthday! I don't put much relevance on actual age either since I always feel so much younger than my biological age. I hope you have a fantastic day!Karin aka perpstuhttp://poppingbubbles.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-23098073407472616932010-02-09T05:05:20.167-08:002010-02-09T05:05:20.167-08:00Happy Birthday!
Carry on with your winning philoso...Happy Birthday!<br />Carry on with your winning philosophy of <br />Life with gusto!<br /><br />Enjoy!joanygeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05250522334758277619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-59181609383792000002010-02-04T15:39:15.098-08:002010-02-04T15:39:15.098-08:00I'm so glad you found your honey! That's s...I'm so glad you found your honey! That's such a wonderful story! :)On a limb with Claudiahttp://on-a-limb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-63469110075857766372009-10-28T09:30:32.912-07:002009-10-28T09:30:32.912-07:00I've been told that I'm foolish to give th...I've been told that I'm foolish to give them money because they might be panhandlers and not really need it. That's true. They might be. But I know for sure that a very tiny percentage of them are panhandlers and most desperately need it. It's not a pleasant thing to have to do. How can I tell the difference and how could I risk not giving a couple dollars to someone who desperately needs it to prevent being panhandled for a dollar or two? <br /><br />I know from a nurse who was a student of mine several years ago that a substantial number of them are veterans of different wars who never got help for PTSD. She herself was an Army nurse during the 1991 Gulf War and now treats returning wounded and traumatized. She keeps extra money with her all the time to hand it out because she definitely feels connected to them. <br /><br />I learned to speak to them when I was waiting at a stop light and a woman got off a bus, walked to the island where I was waiting, and opened out a cardboard sign. It said something about needing help to take care of her children -- and she looked frightened to be there. I looked directly at her and gave her a few dollars and told her it wasn't much, but I hoped it would help some. She immediately started apologizing and told me that she does work, but had medical conditions that prevented her working full time and it just wasn't enough to take care of her children. So I said a few more words to her about hoping she could find some way to make ends meet, but in the meantime maybe this would help.<br /><br />On the parking lot of a supermarket one day, I was going to my car and I saw a young girl talking to an elderly man while he put his groceries in a very large SUV. She looked like any of my students at the university, clean, dressed like them, and she seemed on the verge of tears because the man didn't even acknowledge that she was there. I think it would have better if he had yelled obscenities at her, but he totally ignored her as if he couldn't hear or see. When he left, she visably changed -- her shoulders sagged and she looked totally dejected. She saw me and asked if I would listen to her -- not help her, just listen to her. I heard her and saw her, unlike the man before, and told her of course I would as soon as I got my bags in the car. She told me she had lost her job and gotten into a bad financial mess, but she had found a new one and would start in a week, but she was about to lose her apartment. She was just hoping she could enough money to pay her rent and not lose everything she had until she could get sorted out. I gave her a couple dollars. I'm sure that wouldn't pay her rent, but again she was a different person. Her face brightened and she was as happy as if I had given her diamonds and was profusely thanking me. I had to finally tell her she needed to go find someone else and try to get some more money. <br /><br />Another former student felt the same connection mentioned in Laura's story. She was going home one evening, in the winter, and saw a homeless man trying to make a bed in a doorway with a cardboard box. As she looked at him, she suddenly saw her father in this stranger. Luckily, she had an expensive light blanket in the trunk of her car and gave it to him. She said that since that time she always keeps an expensive blanket there for precisely that purpose -- she couldn't get over seeing her father's face in that homeless stranger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-56400048353198721472009-10-27T20:59:15.449-07:002009-10-27T20:59:15.449-07:00Thank you for hitting the nail on the head.
You go...Thank you for hitting the nail on the head.<br />You got it. <br />I have stumbled upon some not so kind comments, and it amazes me. <br /><br />My children were never in danger. TRUST ME on that one. I am not out to solve the homeless crisis. I am not a Saint. I see MANY homeless. I always DO close my window. But THIS TIME, I didn't. And it changed me. I saw myself in this person. And it touched me. CHANGED me.<br /><br />I have had people question my own financial state since I am paying for art classes and happy meals...I have had people accuse me of putting my kids in danger...and all I can think is "THIS is what they came away with? really??"<br /><br />this is the risk of blogging I suppose. These people dont me. And all they have are my words. And that is fine, really. That is OK.<br /><br />But how great it feels to read your post...because you DID get it.<br />I am not out to change the world..I may never help another homeless person again..and I did not offer this man food thinking that my children would benefit from seeing their mother do such a thing...<br />and I certainly did not write this thinking that it would circulate around the internet the way that it has. <br />But it has.<br /><br />It was a moment. A connection. I gesture that made me feel good. A morning that got me thinking. That is all.<br /><br />I wonder what Roger would think about all of this????<br /><br /><br />...thanks...xoLaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-80758904436474730872009-10-26T15:59:25.139-07:002009-10-26T15:59:25.139-07:00Wow.
yes, wow
wow
OK, I have to stop saying that.
...Wow.<br />yes, wow<br />wow<br />OK, I have to stop saying that.<br />BUT...that quote..HOW TRUE<br />and when I read it I said THANK YOU out loud...I really did<br />because this is exactly how I have been feeling<br />EXACTLY<br /><br />and I don't know why...<br />why I fall into misery with such comfort and ease<br />and why I won't accept what I have<br />as good<br /><br />It is fear<br />and yet, not even sure what I am afraid of<br /><br />but being miserable..unhappy...is so easy, isn't it?<br />almost makes my life seem more dramatic...important...because happiness can,after all, be so boring. Happiness feels like settling...at least with misery, in IMPLIES that you want more...better...and are in search of just that.<br /><br />I dont know<br />I have no idea really<br />but this spoke loud and clear to me<br /><br />so glad you stopped by my blog today...Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960867419941354709.post-74803348152893099382009-10-08T18:21:05.697-07:002009-10-08T18:21:05.697-07:00Lovely piece, Nan! For myself, I get in a rut with...Lovely piece, Nan! For myself, I get in a rut with my misery - feel like it defines me. Giving it up, really letting go, puts me in a position of having to redefine myself. That's a lot of work!<br /><br />I'm so delighted you have happiness now! :)On a limb with Claudiahttp://on-a-limb.comnoreply@blogger.com