HAPPY HOLIDAYS: December 2016

Yikes! Here it is, already, nearing the end of 2016. It went on and on, one horrifying thing after another until we hoped for it all to be over, until it was.

Luckily life went on with many good things happening, as long as one did not keep up with the news of the nation and the world. We got to see Max some more, and he is still very cute despite being a young adult now. He got 3 sweaters for the holidays, looking quite spiffy. In the one to the left he looks deeply mysterious and it links to a very cute one of him in a lovely striped number.

I got Carrie what seems to be a good used car, whose brake lights and turn signals work. And I read something over 150 books this year, letting me feel like I was accomplishing something while resting.

This week I read a biography by Trevor Noah, the host of The Daily Show. He is a comedian from South Africa and took John Stewart's place after he retired. Trevor is half black and half white. His parents would have been arrested had they been caught in the act of making him, thus the title of his book: Born A Crime. His has been a very interesting life, living in a world with no real place he fit. He did spend time in Soweto with his mother's family and moved a lot, living in many different neighborhoods of differing racial and economic characteristics. His quote at the end of this entry refers to very poor neighborhoods in South Africa, where he did some not particularly legal things to survive and did not completely recognize that they were not legal at the time. It was just what was done.

My dad came home from the hospital the day after Christmas and is getting IV antibiotics once a day there. My sister and brother have kept good track of him, his voice is much stronger now on the phone.

There are probably other things I was going to say, but this is all there is in my mind right now! Have a safe and pleasant holiday weekend again. Ciao!

In the hood, even if you're not a hardcore criminal, crime is in your life in some way or another. There are degrees of it. It's everyone from the mom buying some food that fell off the back of a truck to feed her family, all the way up to the gangs selling military-grade weapons and hardware. The hood made me realize that crime succeeds because crime does the one thing the government doesn't do: crime cares. Crime is grassroots. Crime looks for the young kids who need support and a lifting hand. Crime offers internship programs and summer jobs and opportunities for advancement. Crime gets involved in the community. Crime doesn't discriminate.— Trevor Noah, Born A Crime, Stories From A South African Childhood

It has been snowing big wet flakes since I got up today at 1030. The temperature is hovering around freezing so it should stay through the night. We rarely get a white Christmas.

The weather was so cold last week for here, not going even to freezing during the day and going as low as 19 degrees at night. I realize that is not so cold compared to other places, but it it is still cold! This week it has mostly been up to at least 40 degrees during the day and just around freezing at night. We are at the weather's mercy, still.

My dad has been in the hospital all week, might go home tomorrow. I have been on the phone several times a day, which is tiring for me. I am glad he is going to be able to go home soon and get some rest. He will have an IV at home, which I hope goes as planned.

Today a letter to from Putin to Trump was published. He wants to be friends again, like we used to be. Putin's memory must go back farther than mine, since I don't remember what he is talking about. I am glad that this next generation will be able to practice hiding under their desks like we used to. Those were the good old days! Who would have thought that the conservative Republicans would be the ones to push for the US to become a satellite of Russia? Russia does have friends, like the Ukraine, but none of them are equals. We will get rid of those nasty regulations that impede business while we are at it. The Bizarro joke to the left won't even be needed then, since it will be the norm. And all those women who voted for this can look forward to more of what Bizarro links to. Oh well, glad they enjoy it so much!

I read a historical novel set in the 1920s this last week. The main character became pregnant at 18 and sent to her aunt's to have the baby and give it up for adoption, the scars of which she never emotionally recovers from. Anti-abortionists have made a lot of flap about women having so many emotional problems from having abortions, even though surveys do not support this accusation. But I had not thought about how scarring adoption is for women. I have know women who have had abortions and women who gave up children for adoption. The women who chose adoption bear those traumas forever, from what I have seen, unlike those who had abortions. Even though I had known these things I had not put them together before.

Here's to a quiet weekend, with no nuclear wars. Ciao!

The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.— Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821-1890)

When Carrie and Max were up recently we took photos for a "Holiday" card. I liked the photo to the left but a more ordinary one won out. I also liked a special one to commemorate 2016 but it was deemed too much for general audiences. Click on the "surprised" version to the left to see the special one. I like it quite a bit.

I like to say "Holiday" card or Happy Holidays or Season's Greetings whenever I can. When I grew up, decades ago, we often had Season's Greetings cards. Back then it was not offensive to "good Christians" to include people of other faiths in well-wishes. Bigots abound these days and even those who might not be so bigoted do not take even a minute to consider what the hell they are saying and thinking. Besides, Season's Greetings can simply mean well wishes for both Christmas and New Year's all in one. It is the same as the people who forward hate emails and post those things on social media. Now we know for sure what everyone is thinking and it is hateful, scary, and FUCKED UP. Fuck You 2016.

So now we have a President Elect who loves Putin, loves dictatorships, doesn't mind starting wars, does not believe in science or facts, prefers to "use" the environment until it is no more, and believes women are cunts to abuse. The photo of Putin with his "I Voted" sticker links to a good collage of Time covers, all related.

The Skagit Valley Herald had an article this week about a local family hurt by the fake news stories, click here to read it. I have been upset by the lies promulgated on social media and in emails for years, and now I am furious. For whatever good that does!

So much for that... Carrie and I are meeting with her attorney on Friday. I am hoping he feels good about her prospects.

We had an inch and a half of snow last week and it has been colder. Today's high was 34 degrees. I guess it is winter. My daffodil leaves are still up and now my hyacinths are coming up. Maybe winter will be mild. Have a good week, don't believe everything you read. Ciao!

As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.— H. Rider Haggard

Yikes! December is here already, yes, but so is the end of the year. It will soon be 2017. I continue to be easily amazed by the workings of time.

The last several days have been very busy and I am now resting and reading in order to catch up with myself. Carrie and Max came up last Friday, the 2nd, for us to give thanks for each other. The photo of Max at the top of the page was taken by Carrie after dinner. Cute, isn't he?

My sister, Linda, gave me a ring she bought when we were in Hawaii in 1970. She gave it to me a couple of years ago but my ring finger's knuckle is not well-suited to rings anymore. When Carrie was here we went to the jewelers and arranged for them to re-size it so she can wear it. She will carry on for us.

We bought a roasted chicken for dinner and since Carrie and I both like white meat I put a pile of dark meat on my plate for Max to get bits of. If you click on the photo of him up above you can see how he kept good track of me after that, even while I did dishes.

Carrie has had a decent car but its gas gauge stopped working a couple of years ago and the turn signal lights fall out of place and don't work periodically. Monday, the 5th, I saw a good used car deal and we went to see it that afternoon. It is to the left. Carrie drove it home and today went to transfer the title. I hope it works out well and lasts a few years.

The photo of the PT Cruiser links to a comic with some of Max's cousins in it. More later, ciao!

but don't ask me to tell you the difference between the Nasserites and the Baathist...

Need I tell you that Baathists and Nasserites have killed each other by the busload?

One's first response is that these Beirutis must be savagely insane to murder each other for such trivial divergences. Don't judge us too harshly. At the heart of most antagonisms are irreconcilable similarities. Hundred-year wars were fought over whether Jesus was human in divine form or divine in human form. Belief is murderous.
— Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman

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