Preparing for demolition
This 1950s wallpaper revealed.
The young boy’s heart, embedded on a wall.
No date for reference.
My third and his first, we have made our first trip in retirement.
This stop, Wales, UK. Britain. The language was exciting, inspiring.
The lambs were adorable, they would jump and frolic, just like cartoon characters of my childhood!
The history was incredible, from Roman, to Medieval, Tudor and 18th century to today,
living the life of Matthews Street and the British Invasion revolution of innocent days when we were young.
The food and coffee houses were fantastic and the cuisine delicious!
And a little bit of wondering (just for fun, of course!)
But most of all, Wales was about people. People who connected with us on a daily basis. People we were introduced to, who welcomed us and made us feel special, but also accepted. For you I am truly grateful.
To David and Judith Rowe, we thank you from the depths within our hearts! To those you introduced us too, they made our trip a very welcome one to the country, Wales.
My heart belongs to you. I leave you to fly back to my home, but with a cushion around my heart, and my Daniel Owens book tucked in my bag, until next time.
I got stuck in the 60s tonight. I watched one of my favorites: The Newlywed Game. All of them. On YouTube. I admired the bride’s hair: the big beehive ‘do. The mascara and eye shadow. The California lifestyle.
Do you remember that game? We would play it by the hour. You’d draw a chart, naming your choices of places to live, boys’ names (to marry), a car to drive and a career. I cannot remember the counting formula, perhaps one of my readers can. Anyway, count away and you’d find your destiny.
I think I always had choices of California, Florida, or … I don’t remember having any other! Maybe I chose Hawaii. But certainly not my home town.
I’m not sure of his profession, but it was the man’s profession, for sure.
I do not remember the rest. I’m sure a color and a car were significant.
I will always remember how I thought the best place in the world had to be California. I was definitely a California girl. In my dreams.
I’m 61. My dreams have changed. Oh sure, I have visited California. A Californian friend even stated that there is no other place in the world to live! But I do admit, i love my small village I returned to, I love my farm and I love (even more) my farmer, who makes life worthwhile and every day a priceless treasure! (Thank you, Ross).
Still, there is a little girl…and her little girl dreams….
Everyone is intent on saving Obamacare. Protect the health care law.
Let me tell what I find. There is a silent population, not that they (I) don’t try to speak, but when we do, some listen apathetically, and then we are ignored, by the constituents that need to hold onto “protecting Obama’s signature health care law.”
I went to the hospital to make my payment. This is a bill I have had since 2011, some from 2012 and 2013. I’m on the payment plan, I am a member of the Self Pay Plan.
What do we members of the Self Pay Plan do? We sit down annually with a financial advocate at every hospital and doctors office, review our finances and we leave no stone unturned. This takes a great deal of patience to collect records and statements, and a revealing of our lives that others would sniff at and walk away. We earnestly and faithfully pay our monthly bill. We call when we need to right a balance.
We manage our care. We don’t have an insurance company to dictate to our doctor what he is allowed to do or not do, what test to take first, but our doctor has the freedom to order the test that will give us immediate results.
I have noticed, as I have tried to live within the system, that all advertising lends to “if you are eligible.” I don’t live in an iffy world. I have to survive this world, not succumb to the hierarchy of the insurance company, who has the king’s signet ring. I will go to the king himself, and beg for my life (see The book of Esther for royal protocol).
We have a choice. The story continues…
“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think…you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after our own, but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”
I’m very worried. The news media has taken over the country.
I am not racially motivated, I believe I equal rights for all. I’m worried right now about who has paid off news media regarding racial issues. Many innocent people are targeted, from citizens to police officers. The media is promoting this violence. Violence is not new in America, or any other country, but to suddenly highlight violence against race, target law enforcement officials (and yes, all are not good, but then, all are not bad, either).
This is step 1, I believe, to government corruption: news media controlling the populace, you and me. Some of you think it’s unjust. The some of me think that this is a fear tactic and a way for government control of the US population. Don’t buy it.
Edward Snowden, where are you?
Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? (Isaiah)