Author: Joy Hurt

Throughout life, you will encounter numerous individuals, but true friends are the people who never leave. They’re the ones who are always there for you and remain by your side no matter what.

They’re the people you stay up late with, discussing the infinite issues the universe has plagued you with. The kind of individuals you divulge your most cavernous secrets to, simply because you’re certain they’ll safeguard them forever. They would never gossip behind your back, because if they had something to say, they would say it directly to your face.

They’re the kind of people who always offer a shoulder to lean on, while simultaneously reminding you how awesome you are.

True friends are the sort of people you can be unapologetically foolish with, while remaining completely oblivious to the judgement of others, whether that means singing out of tune to your favorite pop song or spontaneously dancing on elevated surfaces wherever you go.

They always have your back, whether it means peeling you off the ceiling when life has done you wrong, or being the wind under your wings as you try to get off the ground and fly again.

They’re the people who never give up on you and continuously encourage you to strive for the moon. They’re the ones who will wipe away your tears when someone has broken your heart or caused you immense pain.

The type of people you can go days without seeing, and pick right back up where you left off as if no time has lapsed. They’re the first individual you call with good news, merely because you know they’re the people who will genuinely be happiest for you.

True friends never allow an argument to overshadow your friendship, and are always forgiving when you’ve done or said something you shouldn’t have. They aren’t the kind of individuals who hold grudges or remind you of the mistakes you’ve previously made.

They’re the ones who give the most exceptional advice and know how to instantly make you laugh when life becomes unbearably brutal. They’re the kind of people who always show up when they’re needed, preferably with a bottle of wine in hand.

They’re the ones you create unlimited inappropriate jokes with, continuing to laugh regardless how tired they become.

True friends are always honest with you, even if the truth is difficult to hear. They value your opinion above anyone else and sincerely seek your guidance throughout moments of insecurity.

They’re the individuals who you spend hours talking to, mindlessly unaware of the amount of time which has passed.

They’re the ones who make your friendship a priority, never permitting anything to come between you both. The kind of people who saturate your world in pigmented shades of neon, rather than lackluster hues of grey.

Yes, many people will enter your life, but it is a true friend who will stick around long after the party is over. 

So perfectly written by Sandra Rose.

This weekend is going to be jam packed with travel, hugs, Ride or Die’s, memories, new experiences, tears, and laughter. Returning to ones home is always a time for reflection and the ghosts of years past. Going with my Ride or Die to see more Ride and Die’s will cocoon my heart as it aches, which it will. My heart will also rejoice that I am so blessed to have the most wonderful friends and family a girl could have.

No doubt there will be much to to write about next week. Every girl needs a break to collect her words. I’ll be back Tuesday to share all the news.

Whatever you do, celebrate your own Ride or Die’s. Call them and tell them they are. A girl can never hear that enough. A woman can never say that enough.

Happy Friday!!!!

“Happiness is not the destination, but a manner of traveling.”

Last night, the Mysterious Marine and Wookie came over for dinner. Simple enough. Spaghetti, French Bread, and a green salad with a side show. Throughout the visit, the entertainment was provided by two zooming dogs that couldn’t get enough of each other.

With each dog, one only needs to mention the name of the other to incite pandemonium. At my house, Oliver was jittery with delight while awaiting the arrival of his girlfriend. Running from the front window to the door, there was no containing him. All this excitement because he heard the the Mysterious Marine and Wookie were on the way.

The only time Oliver “talks” is when Wookie is involved. And talk he does.

“Woo. Woo. Wah-woo-dee-do.”

All in a soft lipped hound-y little way. Absolutely a show stopper. He never did this before we met her and doesn’t do it for any other occasion. Just for his heartthrob, Wookie.

On the other side of town, a quiet Wookie became frenzied at the sound of Oliver’s name. So fully of wiggles she could hardly stand still for the leash. These two are insanely happy when they are together. And, last night, they only wanted to do the Conga. Repeatedly and without music. They must have watched the video to get the idea.

Try as I did this morning, I attempted to attach the video that plays with the still photo above. The dogs dance round and round the room to a rough version of the Conga song. Google it. It’s good for a laugh. The still photo, however, does give a visual for last night’s canine activities in full view of their two owners.

Now I understand. They only wanted to Conga! Well, who doesn’t? It’s a great dance!

Dogs teach us a few things about happiness. It’s the path, not the destination. Oliver follows his nose on his many adventures while followed by the cutest puppy butt and wagging tail. In the moment, he lives his life. He gardens the natural flowers of happiness in his own little soul. Happiness. When he’s with Wookie, sheer bliss.

Dogs live their lives fully in the present. We’d be wise to follow their example from time to time while remembering this:

The Past is History.

The Future is a Mystery.

The Present is all we have.

Accept it and keep moving forward.

As the dogs zoomed around the rooms, running in and out the doggie door, they were the embodiment of bliss. For the two, there is room for no other. Just a constant conga line for two.

When the night came to an end, Oliver was spent. He found a cozy spot near my feet and fell fast asleep to dreams of the next time he’ll be with HER.

As a side note, preparing dinner for the Mysterious Marine created an evening of fresh, new memories. It doesn’t matter whether the meal is Filet Mignon or simple Spaghetti and Meatballs, just like happiness, it isn’t about the food on the plate. It’s about quality time spent together with true friends.

As the days go by, MM and I continue to know each other more through honest communication, laughter, and respect. They say dogs often look and behave like their owners. I must admit, we are a pretty happy pack of four these days. No denying that.

With Thanksgiving preparations underway, I’m grateful for so many things. The biggest change in the last year is that, in my summer of miracles, God has graced me with more friends than I’ve enjoyed in my entire life. For every prayer I sent to the heavens on my loneliest days, he has granted me love and fellowship. True friends that are “Ride or Die’s”. I’ll speak more on that subject tomorrow.

Today, whatever you decide to do, you might start shopping for your Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, there were only two fresh turkeys in our meat counter. Tuesday, the deli at which we enjoyed lunch had no turkey for sandwiches. This turkey shortage might really be true.

Remember, if you don’t do anything else today, please Google the “Doggie Conga”. What the heck, throw your own Conga party. Life is short.

More tomorrow.

A trip to California can be a time for conversation and great scenery. In these parts, it always involves a drive over Donner Pass at the top of the Sierra Nevada’s. Yes. The very Donner Pass where, in the winter of 1847, a group of 87 pioneers were caught in a November snowstorm. By February, only 48 people remained. I’ll leave the rest to your prior knowledge and imagination.

Oliver’s girlfriend has spent the last week enjoying balmy days in California. A girl on a mission, it was necessary for her to have a few days away to visit an old love. Please don’t tell Oliver. His little soul would be crushed. The truth is, her heart has been promised to another and this “other” lives in a small town in Northern California. The Mysterious Marine and I took a road trip yesterday to bring her back home.

I shall give this girl the name “Wookie”. A little derogatory when used to describe a female marine, the name fits her perfectly. (You all know I never use REAL names). Wookie is an Aussie-Berne-Doodle (Australian shepherd, Bernese Mountain Dog, and Poodle). In short, a very desirable and valuable dog. But, her breed description doesn’t describe her true talent. Wookie can smile. Not just a little. At her happiest times in life, she absolutely smiles a deliberate broad and wonderful smile while wiggling to get in your lap. She is the happiest dog in the world. He smiles are appropriate, contagious, and human. She saves them for occasions that deserve them.

While away on her visit of love, far from home, she was accused of a crime most foul. MURDER. Having been found with a few feathers in her mouth, it was deduced that she had dispatched a chicken while on her visit. Her welcome was suddenly cut short because, of course, she was marked as one of “those” dogs that couldn’t be trusted around feathered friends. In horror, it was important that she leave as soon as possible, hence the quick trip to California.

All things considered, there isn’t much to report about the trip itself. The bluest of skies. Crisp, cold temperature that warmed up to California sunshine on the other side of the pass. Trucks, trucks, trucks, and more trucks. Terrible roads. Hours spent talking about this and that. In a flash, we arrived to be greeted by four or five dogs of varying sizes. The only thing they shared was the intensity of their energy as they jumped in delight.

Upon our arrival, I noticed a puppy to the side of the yard pulling the stuffing out of a toy. At least, I believed it was a toy. How often I’ve snatched stuffed toys from Oliver, always a little too late. What is it about the squeaker in the middle? Is it puppy crack? Well across the yard, the adorable little dog was too busy to come and greet us. We were too interested in finding a bathroom to investigate just what it was that captivated the little guy.

On a mission, we were there to pick up our girl and hit the road. With no one home except the dogs, it was easy to focus.

Until we went back outside to leave.

It was then, the horror of the moment was realized.

There

had

been

another

murder

of

a

feathery

kind.

While no feathers had been present when we went in the house, a few short moments later, there were feathers over the entire yard. The residents of the coop across the drive were in shock. Another friend was gone, never to be seen or heard from again. Lucille had vanished into a puff of fluff, her cluck never to be heard again.

And so, the “Who Done It” began.

Quickly, it became evident.

Wookie’s lover held one lone foot in his mouth.

Lucille’s foot. One single three-toed reptilian foot.

Just like that, the murder was solved. The murderer identified.

With a sternness only found in a true Marine, the foot was retrieved, along with a few other body parts. It seems the littlest of the pack hadn’t been tearing about a toy after all. Let’s just leave it at that. Crime starts young.

The best news of the day is that Wookie had not one feather in her smiley little mouth. She was the perfect lady, certainly not responsible for the earlier killing for which she had been accused nor the present blood bath. We knew she wasn’t capable of such a heinous act as only a loyal dog parent would.

After cleaning up the crime scene, the three of us hurried back to the other side of the mountain where chicken is what is served for dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy.

RIP little chicken. Over the Rainbow Bridge, you go.

More tomorrow.

These days, I have plenty of time to spare in my role as the re-re-re-re-tired teacher. Of course, I’m back to the point of wondering how I accomplished everything that needs doing while working. The answer is simple. Prioritization and organizational skills. It’s much more fun to choose random and important activities that come along. Yesterday was just such a day.

In the morning, help was needed to sort cans for the food drive. It’s amazing how many people just clean out the cupboard, forgetting about expiration dates on the cans. Although many expired cans are consumed in my own home, they can’t be given to people in their Thanksgiving boxes. Yesterday, 3 shopping baskets of food needing sorting.

The food drive is heartwarming in every way. The entire community is stepping up to the plate. A men’s group is holding a dinner at the firehouse from 11 -3. “Turkey cookers” are needed. I can certainly turn on my cooker for the cause. Then, the church is holding a dinner for singles at 3:30. Food for Thanksgiving boxes is rolling in. There are cases of cranberry, green beans, boxes of mashed potatoes, and jars of gravy stacking up in the sanctuary. Everything is sorting and awaiting the boxing and delivery days to come.

150 needy families will be very happy on Thanksgiving. People that might have needed to change the traditional meal to something less expensive will indeed enjoy a turkey dinner with all the fixin’s.

There is a wonderful group of people in this area that formed a group called “The Desert Pigs”. About five years ago, the trash in our desert was visible everywhere. It seems some people (true pigs) find it okay to back their truck up to some sage brush and empty out their discards. While totally illegal, it is also downright disgusting. A group of people came together to make it their mission to clean up the desert. Just a random group of people with time on their hands. The Desert Pigs are a great group who donated three shopping baskets of food to our cause.

Small communities take care of their own. That’s just what we do.

Sometimes churches don’t have members that are moved to be helpful. There are no food drives. No community participation. No Christmas boxes for needy children around the world. No sense of giving or empathy for those in need. I’m so blessed to be a part of an active church community that is the exact opposite.

After two hours of sorting out life (with wonderful conversations) and expiration dates (someone donated the opened BBQ sauce right out of their frig– given with love, but not appropriate) our task was complete, and I returned home to my own projects. The two hours given freely energized me for the rest of the day.

At 5 PM, I returned to the church for my second session of volunteering. This time, we were collecting boxes for Operation Christmas Child from surrounding towns and churches.

Each year, Samaritan’s Purse asks people to pack a shoebox full of small toys, socks, games, and any other great gifts as tightly as possible. These shoeboxes are delivered to churches all over the country. They are then shipped to a clearing house in Denver for final inspection and sorting. From there, these boxes are sent around the world to children along with an introduction to Jesus Christ. The boxes are filled with love and prayers and produce squeals and giggles of delight we can only imagine while also containing an important message of hope.

My name was the only one on Sunday morning’s volunteer sheet. The rest of the volunteer slots remained empty. With the possibility of 1,000 boxes coming from our town alone, this would make an impossible task for the man in charge of this mission. As it turned out, last night people came from other churches and one lady from a town 30 minutes to the East. Everyone had a willing heart, ready to do whatever was needed to accomplish this task.

Last year, there were 1700 boxes shipped from the entire Northwestern Nevada Region. Only 1700, grouped 15 in each shipping box. This year, our town alone has already collected 600. It seems this will be a very good year for Operation Christmas Child.

After volunteering twice in one day, I found I had some extra energy of my own last night. It felt so good to help in anonymous ways while never knowing the outcome. How many family rifts will be healed over the dinners we’ll pack? How many children will get a wonderful message of hope and love in a package prepared for someone in a home on the other side of the world? Goodness will follow all the items that passed through our hands yesterday. I must trust know that as absolute truth or my efforts would be worthless. I know this as an absolute truth. These items were given freely and out of love for others. Therein lies the true beauty of both projects.

Whatever you do today, find an organization that needs YOUR help. If you have an abundance of unexpired canned food in your pantry, donate a little to your local food pantry. An old blanket or two? Take them to the animal rescue in your town. Like kids? Buy a toy or two for the local toy drive. Visit the lonely widow or widower on your street. The opportunities to shine for someone whose light is dimming are endless. Find something to do and do it soon. As VST always reminded me, we can all sleep when we’re dead.

More tomorrow.

Happy Monday! I hope your weekend was full of fun and laughter. I must say, my weekends get better and better. Many memories are being made as the days move towards the end of the year. The last of Winterpast’s “Must Do’s” are cinched up, while her leaves drop everywhere. The garden furniture is tucked away in the barn. The wind chimes are inside. Garden buddha rests in the barn. Even the succulents are now inside.

On Saturday, Oliver carefully watched where I tucked each daffodil “ball” (really bulbs, of course, but to him, balls). I’m sure he’ll remember to bring each and every one of them to me. He worries that I bury treasures in the underground and am too stupid to find them and chew on them awhile. Yes. I’m sure a few of those daffodil bulbs will reappear.

Christmas boxes litter the house now. Easier to transport them in good weather, several trips were made with the furniture dolly to move the holidays a bit closer. Now to find places for everything without overpowering the house. Decorating for Christmas isn’t as fun when one does it alone. None the less, friends will be coming over for this or that to enjoy them with me. Thank goodness this year has blessed me with so many new and wonderful girlfriends.

While working in the garden and moving the boxes, the evening storm was inching closer and closer. By time I left for dinner with the Mysterious Marine, sleet was falling, followed by gigantic snowflakes floating down from the heavens. The unpredictability of Nevada’s high desert weather is perfect for me. You never know what you’ll experience. The only thing of which you can be sure is that it will change quickly to something else.

With the domestic chores completed, yesterday was a day for worship and fun.

A few weeks ago, I found an ad for an upcoming play. Set in Lake Tahoe in 1929, it was an interactive murder mystery in which the audience would help solve a murder. Immediately, I thought back to the days of VST and his role as “Buck Bad-am”, “Seymour”, or even “The Great and Wonderful Oz”. Acting turned out to be a great outlet for him, even though I was the one that had answered the call for actors. We’d enjoy two years with the theater, winning an award at our own version of the Tony Awards on a cold mountain evening. He’d worn his tux and I my Marilyn Monroe wig. A memorable night of fun.

The Mysterious Marine accepted my invitation to attend the Sunday Matinee. We’d attend church in the morning and then scoot across the desert towards the town to the west. Not the the biggest or the littlest, by the way. Just the town to the west.

With no time to waste, we’d grab a burger at the joint where the drive-through line snakes around the huge parking lot. The one with the freshest fries and palm tree’s in their logo. That one.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a restaurant that was brimming with people. The tables outside were covered with Saturday’s snow or many would have chosen to sit in the fresh air. Gobbling down our food, we were left with just enough time to make the opening lines of the play.

Upon entering the building, our first indication that we might be in the wrong place was the age of the audience. Giddy with delight, we were the youngest by a couple decades. It’s nice to feel a little younger when hair color and skin tone has secured one in the “elder” category. The youngest audience member might have been 60. Someone’s child and driver.

The building was a small performance auditorium complete with padded theater seating and stairs heading to top. The theater had seen better days, but was perfect for the play. When the emergency exits were announced, it was obvious that a fire would leave many unable to escape. Not a comforting feeling.

The play itself never came together. It was announced at the beginning that the story took place during a radio show. Because of that, the actors would all be reading from their scripts. Well, shiver me timbers! The whole point of acting in a play is to learn your lines so you can become the character and ACT! I could have easily put on a costume and taken center stage. The scripts were right off a 2022 copy machine. Right then, watching the performance became tedious and uninteresting.

Until intermission, it was painfully clear that this group of people didn’t know much about acting and had even less direction. From the backdrops (video display of Lake Tahoe), to the imaginary props, to the costumes. Nothing was believable or even interesting, including the actors.

Now, the true test of a man is to take him to something like a really bad play and observe his behavior. It definitely wasn’t MM’s customary Sunday afternoon football, which he forfeited to spend time with me. It was something he wouldn’t have chosen to do alone. He’d come out of his comfort zone for me and tried desperately through the 1.5 hours to stay awake. What he didn’t know until later was that I was experiencing the same problem. Giving us lots of laughs on the way home, the play had helped us make another great memory. Just not quite the kind the Director and Cast had hoped for.

Sometimes an event that comes across Facebook can be a wonderful surprise. Sometimes, the event turns out to be a bust. You’ll never know unless you get off the couch and try something new. Find humor in the experience while staying awake, if at all possible. It makes the little lady pretty happy. MM, I owe you one.

Today, I’m off to volunteer at the church to accept Christmas boxes for children around the world. As a drop off location, our church is hoping to collect around 2,000 boxes from the surrounding area. Each box will be sent to a child in a distant land as a gesture of love and good will. Volunteering can be so much fun and this is a great time of year to help others. Feeling down? Get out. Go to town. You are needed. Just remember to smile and have a little fun while you help others.

More tomorrow.

We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.

I know the weight you carry.
You hold your head high, but inside you cry.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

Memories haunt you!
But you stand tall and show no fear.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

You hear voices of days past come rushing to your head.
You think to yourself, “He was a good one; why is he dead?”

You wonder if you should have done things differently.
No time to think, only react.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

The guilt is too much to bear.
Although you were wounded, you question,

“Why him and not me?”
You can’t forget the faces that were there.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

We have an understanding, you and I.
You’re a soldier for life; and it has not been an easy one

– Jodi M. Kucera

Please pray for the young men that fight on in the Ukraine. On either side, they are sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and friends. They follow the orders passed down from leaders that do not fight beside them. They all need our prayers.

Do something to honor Veteran’s today. Without them, we wouldn’t enjoy the beautiful freedoms we have today.

A special “Thank You” to my special sons who sacrificed more than 40 years of their youth while serving our country. I love you, Jason and Darren. Mom

Have a wonderful weekend. I’ll be back on Monday.

Here’s wishing us the bluest sky

Knowing something better’s around the corner.

Finding that our own verses rhyme

While singing to forget our sorrows.

Turning from past doubt and sadness

For surely, something better’s around the corner.

Cheers to beautiful days ahead

Not as empty as the ones behind us.

Enjoying optimistic thoughts and ways

While quietly, happiness has found us.

Accepting the loss of yesterday

For surely better things are on the way.

Finally rockin’ out with a scream and shout

Remembering what living’s all about.

Accepting God’s grace and what that brings

For in tomorrow, we’ll find better things

Here’s wishing us the bluest sky

Surely better times are around the corner

Finding all our verses rhyme

While loudly singing the very best chorus

Accepting yesterday’s doubt and sadness

The past is gone. It’s well behind us

So here’s to what the future brings

For tomorrow, we’ll find better things.

Yes, God has for us many better things

Just around the corner.

JH, 2022 _{Borrowed from The Kinks}

More tomorrow

Last night, my roots grew a little deeper into the desert town I call home. Invited to an amazing Election Night Watch Party, the day drug on until 5 PM when my chariot arrived. Chivalry isn’t dead in my little town. The Mysterious Marine would not let his date drive on the wet and potentially icy roads. It could be a very late night.

With Oliver tucked in for the evening, I decided that hearing MM’s voice would be too disturbing for him. Oliver absolutely adores MM, losing his mind in his presence.

Layered and bundled, I decided to wait on the front porch to enjoy a little fresh air and the new blanketing of snow. With my purse in hand, I opened the door to find I had visiting friends. Three mustangs were sauntering across my yard in the calmest way. Just as slow as you please.

Clip.

Clop.

Clip.

Clop.

The first two horses were in good shape except for the fact that their winter coat hadn’t filled in yet. It’s early for the first snow. The third horse was the one that made me sad. Wasting and extremely thin, it followed behind the other two. A hard winter will take a toll on the herd. That guy might be a casualty. Only where I live can you open your door to find mustangs in the front yard. It’s sometimes hard to remember they’re wild animals and wild animals get old and die. Just a fact of life. That being said, I hope they do it in my yard.

The party was held at the Golf Course Club House. Impressive and perfect in size and amenities, everyone arrived to turn the place into election headquarters for one very nervous mayoral candidate. Red, White, and Blue were the colors of choice. In a very short time, the food and decorations were in place and the waiting began.

The local grocery store had done an amazing job with the cold cut trays. Ham, turkey, and roast beef, sat along side several types of cheeses. A variety of crackers and dip rounded out the food choices for the evening. With enough food for an army these were the perfect snacks for a very nervous crowd.

A school board candidate, a city council candidate, and the mayor all stood waiting with the rest of us for results. Voting ended at 7 PM, with an anxious crowd waiting to find our results at Silverstateelection.nv.gov. After an hour of waiting with not one vote counted, it was time to call it a night and head home. In the day and age of computers, there is no excuse for a broken system. It should be the best in the world. Not what we found last night.

This morning, as I anxiously brought up the site, I was happy to see that our candidate is indeed the new mayor of our town. With opportunities for growth surrounding us, we need a strong man to bring businesses and industry into our area. I’m not sure at what time last night the party ended, but now, the real work begins.

Wandering about with the Mysterious Marine last night, it was exciting to meet so many lifelong friends. That’s something that’s missing when your childhood home is hundreds of miles away. MM went through school here still holding track records that remain unbroken to this day. He remembers when our town had one flashing light for a stop sign at the center of town. A time when a man’s handshake sealed the deal. I met people he knew from that time in life. Good solid people that came to celebrate with the new mayor and his family.

As for this very special family, there are so many adjectives to describe them. They are loyal, tight, funny, unique, opinionated, informed, educated, and community oriented. There were so many brothers, sister-in-laws, nieces, nephews, grand-nieces and nephews, (and relations I know I’m forgetting), it will take a while to remember all the names and faces. Mr. Mayor alone has 25 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren. There are four brothers and wives. That should give you an idea of what I’m up against.

The children that were present last night were adorable. From the tiniest little great granddaughter to the 26 year old grandson I talked with awhile, this family is a hoot. One grandson just adopted “Pigly”, a little piglet in the process of being housetrained. Whether we were at the bar watching national election results or eating at the table, everyone made me feel special and one of the gang.

One guest last night has a special place in my heart. J works for the sanitation department. It was he that came to my rescue some time ago to fix my ailing sewage lift station. I didn’t talk to him directly, but to his boss, (another relative of MM). Seeing this man reminded me that I owe a pizza lunch to this crew. They helped fix a situation that twirled my world. It was nice to be able to tell a boss what a wonderful bunch of men he has working for him. I doubt the sanitation department ever gets many compliments.

As all parties do, this one came to an end for us around 8 PM. With work today for MM, and early morning writing for me, we called it a night when election results were still not available. Not sure what time they were posted last night, but they were up this morning.

It appears the bickering and back biting will continue. That’s what national candidates are known for. My state has a new governor and a new senator both of whom we so desperately needed. Will they be able to change very much? Probably not, but it feels good that our candidates won.

Personally, I can’t wait for an invite to the office of the new mayor of our town. He won’t start until January, but I’m sure he’s already planning his grand entrance on the scene. These five brothers are just like that! There will be more parties and events that will be new and different. All the while, this town becomes my home more and more each day.

Whatever you do today, enjoy the fact that the political commercials are over for now. Get outside for a little fresh air. With Thanksgiving just two weeks away, we have so much to be grateful for.

More tomorrow.

November 8th! Election Day!

Please! Let the commercials stop! I have heard this time and time again. Something needs to be done to stop the insanity. Although we don’t know them and will probably never meet them, they sneak like thieves through our cable boxes and pollute our lives. Along with the Pharmaceutical commercials for drugs that I certainly don’t need and most definitely would never take, they have worn out their welcome.

In the 1900’s, when people ran for office, they were out meeting people. Shock of all shocks, some would even ring a doorbell to shake a hand. Well, those days are long gone.

The saddest thing of all is that they don’t know the 5 Second Rule (if something can’t be fixed in 5 seconds, don’t mention it). I wouldn’t mind commercials that actually told information about the candidate instead of the consistent mud slinging that is US politics. I cringe when I hear people repeating information straight from the television screen. Sadly, propaganda does work.

How fun it would be to have some musical jingles advertising great cereal or hearty beer.

From the land of sky blue waters (waters),
From the land of pines, lofty balsams,
Comes the beer refreshing,
Hamm’s, the beer refreshing.

or

My Bologna has a first name,
It’s O-S-C-A-R.
My bologna has a second name,
It’s M-A-Y-E-R.
Oh I love to eat it everyday,
And if you ask me why I’ll say,
Cause’ Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A!!!!

Come to think of it, maybe forgettable political ads aren’t so bad after all. At least they don’t create earworms (songs stuck in your head).

Even after falling back on Sunday, time is zooming by. Here we are on the day of election returns. This day will have more significance to me than those in the past. You see, I know the mayoral candidate for our town. In fact, the Mysterious Marine has asked me to be his date for the “Watch Party” at the local golf course not far from Out of Town Park.

Not being sure what one wears to a “Watch Party”, I’ll decide that later today. There will be food, drinks, and a large television on which to watch results as they roll in. Come to think of it, I’ve never known the mayor of a town before.

To complicate the day, the first snow of the year is about to fall. When I taught in Virginia City, we made it the entire school year without a snow day. How crazy it was to be at 6200 feet in the winter and listen to all the other schools getting random cozy days in which to sip hot cocoa and stay in jammies all day. It wasn’t to be Virginia City Middle School in the winter of 2015-2016.

The following year, I had many snow days. That was the year of snow-mageddon as VST shoveled foot after foot of the white stuff from our decks and driveway. We had 12′ of standing snow. Who knows how many feet he really shoveled, as it was an ongoing process. We never called the snow guy because VST WAS the guy.

Today, I’ll see what falls. I may or may not need to shovel snow to make it to the party at 5. If there is too much falling, I may need to watch the results from the comfort of Winterpast. Hot cocoa and election results in jammies works for me, too.

Our town does has some pressing issues on which to vote. The most important one is in support of the Fire Department that desperately needs continued funding. Hard to believe that a town of 20,000+ can run on a mostly volunteered fire department. That speaks to the perils and problems of life in a small town.

With that said, my post will be short this morning. So much to do in preparation for the festivities. Tomorrow, we’ll all look to 2024…….and the insanity will begin all over again. Such is life in the USA.

Whatever you do today, find it in your heart to vote. If you’ve already done so, Thank You for making your voice heard. If you haven’t voted, please do. It’s what makes our country great.

More tomorrow.

I love adding images to my blog. Today’s message is especially important for me. It’s so easy to backslide into distraction, perfection, or negativity instead of choosing loving and showing it through purposeful thoughts and actions. I took the time to visit www.handsfreemama.com. What a lovely site. Truly worthy of a visit.

Although opportunities to share love are all around us, the actual art of spreading love takes intent and focus. Last week, I volunteered to collect food for our community outreach. The truth of the matter is that this outreach comes almost exclusively from our church. From the sorting, storage, packing, distributions, the volunteers are our members. The church is our home base. But, that information can’t be share, lest those on the “unloving side of life” might get their feathers ruffled.

Persecution of Christians is alive and well. Trust that little fact. It’s getting worse every day. One unhappy hen can cause the rest to stop laying. There were some community members that didn’t like the thought of the “Who’s of Who-ville” spreading love and good will. Although the hen house was upset for a little while, feathers were eventually smoothed and the collection drive went on in spite of the drama.

On another day, one unhappy cluck-er got really upset because shopping carts were borrowed to transport the donated food on mile to the west. Really???? I can’t think of a more trustworthy group than a bunch of elderly church members collecting food for the poor. With a trailer, the baskets made it much easier to transport the donations. What kind of store manager would find a problem with that? The one that runs the store I don’t shop at because it is so poorly run. That one.

Drama is a choice, as well. At handsfreemama.com, Rachel talked about a “5 Second Rule”. Don’t share a negative opinion about something that takes more than 5 seconds to fix. Sharing these negative opinions can do lifelong damage if it involves weight, hair styles, or other physical attributes. Decisions made in haste can derail a perfectly wonderful Thanksgiving food drive. Now, wouldn’t that be a great rule for grumpy store managers? One raging complaint a lot more than 5 seconds to fix while emptying baskets and making up barrels on rolling dollies to handle the donations.

Drama can suck the love right out of the best situations. Working the food drive was such a positive and lovely thing to do. I only saw a handful of familiar faces, but the strangers that donated were beautiful in every way. From those that donated a single can to the person that snuck a $100 bill into our jar, they all made my volunteer shift magical.

Someone commented that this year’s collection was smaller than last year. Someone else was discussing the fact that no one has offered to donate turkeys. Yet another person worried about the number of volunteers that haven’t signed up to help with distribution. In the end, love will cover every need of this endeavor and the families that need food for Thanksgiving will enjoy a lovely dinner.

Last week, one man was walking into Walmart when I asked if he would like to help.

“Heck, I’m the one that needs help.”

I was so glad the name of our church was on the front of the flyer. If you are finding your dollars have shrunk to nothing while store brand turkeys are at $1.88 lb. or more, remember your local churches. Our church is hosting a home cooked meal on Thanksgiving Day for anyone that is alone. I would venture to guess that the grumps that rained on our parade aren’t into helping those in need to enjoy a warm meal on Thanksgiving. I’m so blessed to be surrounded by those that get great happiness in choosing love every day, even when it’s not the most convenient.

To show love is a decision. It’s not a magical thing that overtakes people. True love takes some effort. Sometimes a decision to show love can be difficult. Those are the times love is the most intense and beautiful. When done right, there is nothing more brilliant than acts of love. Love truly does make the world go around.

Today, take a moment to look at handsfreemama.com. There is a place to click on her blog and see what she has to say about life. What a lovely woman. Truly.

More tomorrow.