Senseless Weekend Sarcasm : happening
A lot has happened in the last few days.
- The least aggregious problem is that I just paid the flood insurance for a year. The bill was $150 more than it was in 2020. What do the insurance companies know that we don’t? Are they expecting a giant tidal wave to eat Florida?
- My cat knocked over his water bowl at 1:00am . He won’t drink from the usual kind, it has to be porcelain with a handle so he thinks he’s drinking out of my cup. I spent 30 minutes looking for small shards and cleaning up an avalanche of water.
- I bought stuff from Amazon.
- I just entered a writing contest. I wrote about a vacation from hell that happened in the late 1980’s (since the topic was “vacation”). It’s funnier when you’re not in the middle of experiencing it.
Today, Memorial Day, I remember those who answered the call of duty.
- My father was stationed in England during WWII. It was there he learned to hate mutton.
- My maternal uncle was part of Patton’s march. He refused to talk about it.
- My maternal grandfather was a spy and translator for Teddy Roosevelt and one of his generals during the Spanish American war.
How many of our ancestors are looking at the insanity we call civilization today and wondering, “How the hell did that happen?”
Not that I want war. I used to have a t-shirt in the 70’s that said
- IN FRONT: “What if we threw a war and nobody came?”
- IN BACK: “Party hardy.”
The non-war to end all wars? Now THAT’s a novel concept.
Unfortunately, there is always some dictator with the emotional development of a 3-year-old who wants his way. Until the world grows up, there will be tantrums with weapons happening.
My father was in England in WWII and learned to hate brussels sprouts. He wouldn’t eat them. Also chipped beef and gravy. Then in Switzerland it was potatoes, made all sorts of ways, but still potatoes. Maybe of we made the military commanders eat this stuff they would change their ways.
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It does make a person wonder at times. The hierarchy often seems to have little understanding of the people who have to follow their orders.
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I was in the reserves during VietNam. I never left St. Louis. I had two friends that were in Nam. I don’t know anyone that died over there.
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My high school boyfriend enlisted after graduating high school. He came back from Nam wearing a brace on one leg. His best friend standing near him was shot in the head by a sniper. The bullet that killed his friend went through his foot and took out part of his heel. We had one date after he was honorably discharged.
He had entered the as a man with a congenial smile and a lighthearted sense of humor. A different man returned. I remember his words, “We shouldn’t be there. It’s not our war.” When I went to college, there was a speaker who said many of the things my friend had told me.
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