Decision 2012

One long ago day:  

And on this day...again:

HISTORY

Congratulations, Mr. President. 

He watches over you. 

November 23, 1963 was Saturday

The day after America was laced with shock and sorrow due to the assassination of our president, John F. Kennedy.

I have no clue what I did on that Saturday, after all I was in kindergarten. Crayons and cartoons, plus I'm sure a cat or two had my sole attention. I was in Iowa, so far from Dallas, Texas at the time. I had yet developed my love of geography, so Dallas or Washington DC, for that matter, could have been right next to the A & W Drive-In and I wouldn't know it. I was five years old.

What I do remember of that time--and it could be the day of the assassination, since I was with my Aunt Will as she babysat me while my mom went to work in the afternoon, until my dad pick me up about 5. I asked Aunt Will if President Kennedy was in Heaven. My aunt said he was. Then how could I still see him on TV if he was in Heaven? I wish I could remember how Aunt Will explained it to me. Must have been OK, since I went on about my business.

I do remember thinking of Caroline, who was a year or so older than me. I understood Caroline wasn't going to have her daddy anymore. That sunk in. I held my daddy close. I felt sad for Caroline then.

And I still feel sad for Caroline now.

Friday Frost

Three columns in the Dallas Morning News caught my eye.

President Barack Obama is to speak to the school age children soon. I didn't realize how big a deal this was until yesterday. Is it like this everywhere? OK-so the White House messed up on some lesson plans and/or question--however COME ON. Other presidents have spoken in front of school kids while garble being hurled at them up until they did so.

I guess I don't really get it because President Obama, nor any of the former presidents, said to go start wild fires to burn up California or steal somebody's lunch's money--nope--just stay in school and do well--so I'm lost. Part of me wants to use the race card--because everything the President does is so scrutizined-which I've endured all my life. President Obama doesn't look like any of the others presidents on the schools' walls. Some folks still don't like that. Alas, I wonder how much those same folks wouldn't like if he sat in the White House and did so much less than he is now?

Even if some of the President's actions winde up being futile--at least he tried. He didn't get us in this mess--He's trying to get us out. The bad part is--it'll take awhile. And I'm impatient too--just like everybody else.

I also know folks (even tho I'm close too) mutter 'nigger' under their breath about President Barack Obama. They just don't know and possibly afraid of whatever eats them up. I'm sure of being compared to Hitler, socialist, and whatever else, 'nigger' is being used too. I'm kinda curious what folks hurled about the first Catholic president who announced man should land on the moon before decade's end. What they did call him? It's sad.

Yet I have faith as steps taken forward fall back.

The beauty is you can always move forward again.

Stay tuned.

Monday Mud

Soak to the soul rain today. More in the forecast. Lawns needed the drink, so all is OK. Especially because the work day is over, my trash is by the curb, plus Dancing With the Stars to hold my attention.

A couple things. First, the Time Magazine pictures of President Barack Obama, in my opinion, are wonderful! Goosebumps still rise on my arm of the event on November 4, 2008. The man is not Moses. I admire what President Barack Obama attempts to do with the issues of our nation. Issues, by the way, he inherited. These pictures make me smile. I am so grateful I continue to experience this History.

The other thing--to get out of my comfort zone. Pondered it all day. The steps I can make, which includes to register at a rec center where a discount is given to my demographic. Heck, they even offer Tai Chi and ballroom dance lessons to members! How cool would that be? Even AARP gives a discount for car and home insurance for my demographic-so a quote will be asked for---ASAP!

Granted, I've not exactly embraced this 'golden' age as I should. Yet I realize, regardless of age, I chose to be forever golden. So I best get over it. Got things I need to do. Discounts to get. And He didn't bring me this far to leave me.

Then snapped pictures to show off one of my rose bushes. Notice the beauty a little rain and a traipse thru some mud will get ya?

Not bad.

At Last...

History

President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama