4-17- NaPoWriMo |
Old school - old fashioned set in our ways stick in the mud - some say. Was accused today of being from another planet, of being out of touch, of being flat out 'wrong' in our thinking. Like flannel jammies and floppy old slippers that fit just so or like a cozy sweater that hangs and is so NOT fashionable but I don't care because it is comfortable. I've earned 'comfortable.' I don't always 'do' politically correct - my opinions are every bit as valid as anyone else's. One needn't always agree, you see. I care not what color a person is - the stripes and pintos are unique and lovely. I care not what one does in bed or with whom as long as it's with love. I'm proficient on computers, know more than some. I may not live my life in 142 character bytes. (Or is it 127?) Twitter-pated, perhaps. Not me; them. Not part of the meme generation. I wan't helicopter-parented. I survived. Historical 'stuff' - is that: history. Good, bad, right, wrong, atrocious or admirable. It should never be swept under a rug, made to 'go away' or be rewritten. It happened. Viewpoints may change-- as like hip-huggers or scarves coming back or going out of style: they may again! There have always been the haves and the have nots. There always will be. Countrys conquor and the winners are assimilated into the conquored. Way of the world. The planet has warmed and cooled for millions of years. Periods of heat followed by ice ages. The planet refreshing itself. Just because there weren't as many people around the last time doesn't change the facts. Economics, you see - now people don't migrate as they once did, can't pick up and go, can't relocate. Don't want to leave their ocean front properties. The old ones knew when it was time to roam, to hunt and gather in someplace new. Guess it is all about being adaptable. I think certain words should not be heard or uttered in mixed company. I don't find it cool or equal or anything positive. I think it is crass. Words are not commas and should not be used as such! Swearing is not polite. Brought up to be a lady; firmly imbedded in my psyche. Like doors being opened, men walking on the car side of the sidewalk. Doesn't mean I don't open door for myself or others; just means I appreciate the gesture! Granted; I grew up with debutant balls and Westpoint teas. Tables set with four forks and spoons don't faze me in the least. Neither do bone dishes or salt cellars. Butter knives are different from dinner knives or steak knives. We dressed for dinner, take hats off inside, stand and salute when the flag goes by and pull over for funeral processions. Back in the day, phones weren't answered during dinner. Cell phones are not welcome at our table. Speaking of which: one tastes food before adding salt or pepper. Common courtesy! Yes, we are old school. We see nothing wrong with it. Then again, we see nothing wrong with kids playing outside, running and using their imaginations. Video games come with timers in our house. Chores are a given. Helping out is the rule not the exception.Reading before bedtime, songs, then prayers. Don't care what name you call your God should you have one; believe in one. The Golden Rule applies to everyone! Trust is paramount. Lies are unacceptable; truth is always the right answer. Accountability - owning one's accomplishments and one's failures. Blame used with infinite precision and rarely. Kindness is practiced here. Drama is vastly over-rated. Old school. Stick in the muds. Responsible. Happy. Filled with joy. In love, trusting in our other half without fail. Without a single doubt. |