I do not understand…….

Human beings are complex. Ok, I get that. Multi-faceted creatures are we, complete with talents and foibles and all manner of oddities, each far different from the next.

That said, I am totally flummoxed by the fact that unbelievably diverse character traits can, apparently, co-exist within one, single person. There are those who would go to great lengths to rescue a stranded dog or cat or bear cub or the occasional aardvark and in the next second cut their neighbor to ribbons with unkind words or unverified gossip. Why is that, do you suppose? How can such a caring heart and such a venomous tongue exist within the same creature?

There are those who work tirelessly within the rescue community – going far and beyond what could reasonably be expected of them. They never expect gratitude nor praise and shrug it off if it comes their way. Then, there are those who tag along behind the true workers and seek all the glory they can shake from the bushes for doing little or nothing, all the while hurling criticism and accusations at the true workers. Odd. Sad.

I do not understand…

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I do not understand…

First of all, let me state that I am a Christian … first, last and foremost.

For many years I was a Republican.  Well, sort of, anyhow.  My family was Republican and as an adolescent of the 60s, I was basically apolitical at best.  I voted, sometimes, but with a certain apathy because, hey, why bother?  Then one evening a friend of mine woke me up to the realities of the modern day GOP.  Holy cow….I had no idea.

I began doing some research and was sickened to learn what the Republican Party has become.   Especially the so-called Christian Right.  The Bible thumpers would do well to become Bible readers.  I see nothing of Christ in their hatred and rhetoric.  Christ, Himself, must be weeping.

During an exit interview with a local news crew in Columbus after the last Presidential election which, I might add President Obama won….again, I was asked how I had voted.  Upon hearing my reply, the interviewer said, ‘Oh, we’re only interviewing Republicans’.  I replied that I used to be one but wasn’t any longer and did she care to know why.  The camera was turned back on and I explained my profound embarrassment of ever even having been called a Republican.  Not sure if it ever made the news, as most of the news in Columbus is right-leaning.

I’ve actually tried a time or two to watch Faux News.  I am stupefied and revolted by the ‘newscasters’ themselves, in addition to the garbage that they spew.  Jon Stewart provides a far more thorough, honest and intelligent rendering of the news and he’s on Comedy Central!  Yet, millions of Americans get their news from Faux…..dangerous and sad, to be sure.

I fear for the future of our country when President Obama leaves office.  We are in far, far better shape in every conceivable way than we were when he started.  One has to wonder what he might have been able to accomplish without the most combative congress in history doing everything in their power to throw roadblocks in his path.  Not one of them is fit to shine his shoes. Boehner and McConnell care nothing for this country; their only goals are to hang onto their own positions, do everything possible to stop the President and try to appease the whackjobs in the Tea Party!  Governing?  Nah, who has the time for that?

Through it all, President Obama remains an intelligent, well-spoken gentleman with more class (for lack of a better word) than the entire GOP put together.  I shudder to think what will happen to us should the Grand Old Party reclaim the White House.

The gaggle of prospective GOP candidates for 2016 is staggeringly frightening.  Wonder who will walk away with the nomination:  Ted Cruz?  Rand Paul (and his horrendously hateful daddy)?  The illustrious governor of New Jersey?  Another Bush? Marco Rubio?  Dear Lord!  Save us from the GOP!

Why can’t people see?  I don’t understand…

It’s that time….

It’s that time. That time in the summer when you realize autumn is almost upon us. The garden has reached that point of lush silliness. The velvety petunias are still vibrantly hued, but the blossoms bob in the breeze atop leggy stems of crinkled, brown leaves.

The tomato vines have gone berserk – towering over the fence and sporting yellow blossoms that promise tomatoes still to come. One has to search for ripe fruit hidden amongst the riotous vines. The daylilies are long gone and the stems which offered up the short-lived blossoms are brown and dry. They’ll rest now until the spring brings them forth anew. The cleome is sporting it’s odd but lovely, ever-evolving flowers that are so top-heavy they tilt to one side.

The Roses of Sharon are still going mad; covered in blooms that tempt fat bees who fly away covered in pollen. There are dozens of spent blossoms on the ground and, soon, blossoms will give way to the brown seed pods that will keep me busy next summer weeding out hundreds of youngsters determined to crowd out their parents.

Neighbors will soon be replacing tired summer color bowls with mums and then there will be no doubt…autumn is coming.

It’s that time…

I do not understand…….

Human beings are complex. Ok, I get that. Multi-faceted creatures are we, complete with talents and foibles and all manner of oddities, each far different from the next.

That said, I am totally flummoxed by the fact that unbelievably diverse character traits can, apparently, co-exist within one, single person. There are those who would go to great lengths to rescue a stranded dog or cat or bear cub or the occasional aardvark and in the next second cut their neighbor to ribbons with unkind words or unverified gossip. Why is that, do you suppose? How can such a caring heart and such a venomous tongue exist within the same creature?

There are those who work tirelessly within the rescue community – going far and beyond what could reasonably be expected of them. They never expect gratitude nor praise and shrug it off if it comes their way. Then, there are those who tag along behind the true workers and seek all the glory they can shake from the bushes for doing little or nothing, all the while hurling criticism and accusations at the true workers. Odd. Sad.

I do not understand…

Rame’

For several years a gigantic, mouthy, lovable orange cat has graced my life. He originally adopted my daughter….walked up onto her porch and made himself at home. When her situation changed, of course, I took him in.

For the last couple of years he has put up with Meep, a busy gray kitten who drove him crazy….and, I think, kept him young.

Rame’ left this world last night, I believe, in his sleep. Silently, peacefully on his big, soft cat feet. I found him this morning….so still and lifeless it broke my heart.

The west windows will no longer provide a place for him to sun himself in the afternoons, nor will he fuss at me (quite loudly) when the food bowl is half empty. He will, however, live on in my heart in the company of all the dogs and cats who have stolen pieces of my heart over the years.

R.I.P., Rame’ The Copper Cat

Be soft……

I have been called a whistleblower by some.  Others, not quite so friendly, have proffered names not as kind. 

I don’t call it whistleblowing…..I just call it telling the truth.  I rarely start squabbles, but if someone is being abused, I have been known to speak up for them against abusers – both in person and in the grand world of cyberspace. 

It’s truly fascinating how some use the relative anonymity of Facebook to say things they would never say face to face.  Yet, feelings get just as hurt and tempers flare just as hot as though the altercations were taking place in person…..perhaps more so. 

Would that more folks would put others in their shoes before they blast out ugly words from their keyboard.

Until then, I’ll continue to stand up for what’s right, even if I stand alone.