Can anyone tell me what has happened to civil discourse? To being polite? Last week, I spent much of two days watching the confirmation hearings for, possibly, our new Supreme Court Justice. (I know. I know. I promised no politics, but I think this is not politics. I think this is the disintegration of politeness in human interactions – the situation of one person being inconsiderate toward another.)
What is it that gives you pause to cry? Is it ducks on a pond? Is it birds in the blue sky? Cute kittens? What is it?
Lying awake, listening to the radio that I use as “white noise” the other night (that obviously wasn’t working, that night), I began thinking about the act of crying and why it occurs. For me. I know that some of my crying occurs when I am so frustrated with a situation that I think I cannot change what is happening. I cannot make some move to send a happening onto a different track. NOTHING I can do will help. Then I cry.
And, then, there are other times.
This article will be published the day before St. Patrick’s Day, 2022, my favorite non-religious holiday – my absolute favorite. Time was, I made sure that on St. Pat’s Day, I always wore something of green. Children love to catch someone without green – pinching becomes the art of the day, and school kids are no exception. Today, I sometimes forget that it is the 17th of March.
Before we begin: Tallying snowfall in the metropolitan area is anybody’s guess. Sometimes, it’s measured at the airport, and that is usually less than what falls on my yard. Sometimes, the report is from the Foothills. Sometimes, that is more than falls on my yard. My measurement for the past month (February and part of March 2022) falls between 20 and 24 inches. Fortunate for us, it melts somewhat quickly – just not in my front yard. It snowed, again, this past week; after we’d cleaned the snow from the storm in the preceding week’s storm.
This past weekend (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday) was a really wonderful weekend for lots of folks. And, a lot of hard work. Not so much, hard work for me, but hard work for many. This was the weekend of the show and sale of the Denver Gem and Mineral Guild (DGMG) at the Jefferson County Fair Grounds. The first show and sale since the beginning of the pandemic.