Gratitude 29 July

50thI am a Viet Nam Era veteran, my husband is a Viet Nam veteran who served in combat in Viet Nam.  I am grateful, that in the course of finally seeking aid with his PTSD, he began going to a Tacoma Veterans’ Center.

Today, they had a ceremony for the 50th Anniversary of the Viet Nam War there, giving certificates and pins to veterans who served in that time.  This is in response to an order from President Obama, that from Memorial Day 2012 through Veterans’ Day 2025 — in some way, veterans groups and centers across the country should pause and note the service of the seven million veterans who are still living out of the nine million who served in that turbulent conflict and misery.

I am very grateful I was there today, when this local (and among the first in the nation) centers established for and by Viet Nam veterans noted that service and honored men and women who likely were never welcomed home from difficult, dangerous, often fatal duty by the citizens who were wrapped up in the political turmoil of the time. It also broke my heart to see men and women of my generation get teary eyed at such a simple thing as a pin on a lapel and a certificate of thanks.

It would make me much more grateful if the 99% of Americans who do not serve in the military and don’t even KNOW a military member would realize that abusing the soldiers who take an oath to obey their Commander in Chief and go to the wars declared by our civilian government   is cruel and futile. Soldiers do not choose their wars.

Disturbed, My Record Sticks

Things I am not at all grateful for….

herlander-walking

“All lives matter.” Yep, that is what the angry white guy on the news was screaming, very recently.  You know, just looking at the world — or even just this country, I’d say not so fucking much true in deed OR word.  Lots of lip service, after all, to the value of all lives.  However…

1black lives matterAlways a however, and necessary it is.  Black lives matter more just now because frankly, the cops are shooting so many more of them even when they are not doing anything threatening.  (Apparently lying down, hands in air IS threatening enough?)  Of course, I am sure someone out there wants to scream “Police lives matter!” in my general direction.

Sure, they do.  But they are the ones with guns and a legal prerequisite for using the gun lethally, aren’t they?  Doesn’t that also give some added responsibility for using said guns – well, responsibly?…

View original post 576 more words

Gratitude Catch-Up, July 20 Thru 23rd

Feeling scattered and shattered today. Suddenly life is both full and empty.  The last three days were very hectic.  I’ve not had/made time for yoga since Monday and am full of bodily aches and groans as a result.  So, counter-intuitive as it is, I am grateful today that my body has become accustomed to a new yoga norm and bitches about my UNhealthy habits!

Yesterday was hectic, rising early to hit the road to Seattle to one of Swedish Medical’s SIX locations.  The Minotaur had an appointment to consult with a neurosurgeon there.  Traffic was hellish, it took over two hours to drive there in a light rain.  Then finding parking took another twenty minutes.  Then the VA (Veterans Administration/Very Annoying) had NOT sent the promised necessary authorization codes and a further half hour had to be spent getting all those things.  They were not nasty, the dear people at Swedish, they did not chide us or cancel the appointment we were thus very, very late for — they simply re-alloted time.  I am grateful for that – a reasonable medical staff and a humane doctor.   But it was a two/three gratitude day!

Image-1I was also grateful that we took a traffic stress break after the doctor and drove to Volunteer Park to visit the Seattle Asian Museum and the beautiful conservatory there.  I took a picture of the trunk of an unfortunately dying cedar there and “Prizma’d” it — even in death was beauty.  The Seattle Asian Museum did not have my favorite gold and black 12th century screen on display, but I did get a poster, cards, and a scarf embellished with it’s image!

FullSizeRenderI love crows and corvids in general – so this image never tires me.  Our metal front doors on the porch were roughly modeled on this design.

Thursday’s gratitude was that the food at Appleby’s, where my German lady lunch partners chose to go this week, has improved.  I was able to find something that didn’t ping my allergies!  Also, it gave me a nice mental memory instead of a nasty one for that restaurant — laughing friends, instead of my son’s former in-laws in drunken condition!  (Also, on Thursday, we dropped by a favorite European Cafe — with French food and a French chef – to drop off a dried bouquet of lavender in memoriam of the dead in Nice, France.  The Citron is an excellent choice with delicious soups for lunch for only $6 or so!)

Wednesday’s gratitude was again for food.  My husband the Minotaur took us to lunch in Puyallup at the Roadrunner Bourbon and Burger House.  This was very satisfying and sustaining.  They have far more than mere bourbon and burgers.  The music is early ’60’s and the decor is maybe what I’d call early Las Vegas.  The food and booze is excellent and happy hour(s) is noon to six and ten to close!  

We don’t actually eat out very often, aside from my carefully budgeted luncheons with the former employees of Hess Deli.  So finding the Roadrunner and great happy hour and delicious food is a marvelous break.  Not from cooking, but from the world.  The ambiance is totally in the past — in the allegedly “great America” certain asshat-not-to-be-named claims he will bring back.  So why, knowing the Rat Pack years were certainly NOT ideal, do I revel in this place evoking all that?  Because it was the years of potential — the moments when I still believed everything was going to change for the better!  So, when I sit in beneath the crystal chandeliers in the Roadrunner’s bar, listening to Dean Martin, I take a break from the heartbreaking, mind-bending news of the day and go back to a time when I believed it was going to be different.  It actually does brace me up a bit and allow my batteries to re-charge.  It surely beats thinking about how everything did start to change and then suddenly went rapidly retrograde when every crazy white sort in America freaked out over a black man in the White House!

Now, back to the “salt mines” of a yard getting ahead of me, an election year that is insane, planning schedules around surgery and recovery time next month and much more solo yoga!

Gratitude 19 July

 

bead cathedralToday I am very grateful that sometimes the White Knight wins! One of my sons has been in a two week battle at work, fighting for an employee being railroaded by a manager who rules by dishonest, nasty, cheating, lying ways. He won. That nasty Machiavellian-wannabee is no longer a manager at his place of employment!  Unfortunately, the company merely moved the lying, thieving manager to a different store — rather like the way the Catholic Church moved child abusing priests to new parishes.  But still, it is slightly better than nothing.

All us silly romantic hero types get used to being tired, beaten, and spit upon.  So a victory now and then sure does look great!  The kid I raised on Kant did his duty!