I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, too, but I also like and remember Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." That's the one I decided to memorize to recite to the class back in grade school. It still often pops in my mind. I think it's the easy rhythm and rhyme and the great description so well woven in. The only favorite book I remember is from way back also, "The Little Airplane." Maybe these are because I'm still a kid, even though seven decades later.
my phone does it all but I am constantly frustrated with the amount of text messages I received during the election and now with Christmas approaching. I'm spending too much time blocking numbers and reporting them as spam.
My dad was a veteran. He was enlisted late in WWII. He was just finishing boot camp and was assigned to drive Tanks. He broke his leg playing baseball during boot camp and never actually saw any action. It seemed to have an influence on the way he saw life.
My first husband was a staff sergeant in the Airforce. He spent two years in Vietnam. He was a sheet metal specialist. When Airplanes fly air pressure pops the rivets that hold sheet metal on the aircraft. Every aircraft has to be inspected every time it goes into the air for possible problems caused by flying. The experience of war causes changes in the way people think. I now believe he was experiencing PTSD when he returned but, it was not a big news thing then. He died in an automobile accident.
Both Richard and my dad were peace loving men who would always help someone they saw needed help. Quiet people with common sense. War is not worth what happens to the people who experience it.
Prompt: Taking risks
What is better, staying safe or taking a risk? Did you ever have to make such a choice, and would you do it again?
For me, staying safe is better. Yes, I have taken risks. Once jumped a horse over the wide part of a hay wagon on a dare. No, I would never do it again. There are other parts of my life that are at risk. I try to stay safe the best way I know how. As a child, I use to tell the truth as a natural part of life. Now, at my age I chose to tell the truth or at least facts that I think are true. That gains me a lot of anger from others. Many of the people I know live by telling lies. It makes for a difficult society to live in.
One time, before I went to college I was watching the news on TV. It was coverage of some disaster. The newscaster gave out information about the amount of people who had died in the disaster, about 5. I changed channels to another news. channel. Same disaster, newscasters estimate of casualties 100; changed channels again, newscasters estimate 23, Later in life during a journalism class I asked how 3 newscasters could give out such varied estimates of casualties in such close proximity of time. The answer, because those are the amounts the media were being told by people who were cleaning up the disaster.
Most real news stories tell you what happened. Because of time constraints, the why is rarely reported until later if ever. You can find facts if you look for them. Whether you are seeing the true facts or not is sometimes a tossup.
Life is a risk. Some risks are greater than others. One day at a time.
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