And then I'm going to creep back into I-don't-have-time-to-be-a-regular-commenter-because-I-have-to-put-so-much-thought-into-every-response-due-to-social-anxiety-issues-and-time-to-write-a-diary-fugeddit-but-I-read-nearly-every-fucking-thing-on-here-mode again.
We're smarting and sweating here in Wisconsin.
And I just found out that my 19 and 23 year old daughters didn't vote.
If you're still interested, please drop below the squiggle of gobsmackitude.
My husband’s medicines seem to be working, and his tremor is doing much better. As a result, he decided to trim up his beard-not trusting me with a razor, probably wisely so. However, some impulse struck him and he decided to shave off everything except his eyebrows, revealing a face I haven’t seen in about twenty years.
I'm on my lunch hour, so this will be brief.
The smaller of my two churches is in a very small, very rural, very conservative/libertarian community in north west Wisconsin. Since 2008, I have heard some gobsmackingly horrible comments in the cafe. I know these folks personally, so I know where they stand on most issues and from where they get most of their information and news, and so do you (three guesses, and the first two don't count).
They are caring folks who have difficultly empathizing with people outside of their sphere. They are bright, capable people, skilled in many ways, who have difficulty engaging intellectually outside of a specific bubble. I love these guys, but more than once I've had to restrain myself from just chucking my toast at them when they get on a roll.
They are independent, proud, conventionally religious, and heavily armed.
Other shoe dropped below the squiggle...
The world has been abuzz this last week over Pope Francis’ bold sermon on the destructive role money plays in the life of the Roman Catholic Church and in the world. Those that pray* are lifting up conflicting prayers*: some that he continues in this direction and makes an intentional and significant effort to have the Church address the issue in theology and praxis; others that he is speaking idealistically and the status quo of privilege and power that comes with wealth will not be significantly challenged.
While the battle for the nation’s hearts and souls over the ACA continues, and a majority in the House of Representatives determines that food should be optional for the poorest among us, this conversation about money and the lack or presence of it, will and should continue in our homes, our towns, our states, and our nation. There will be a great deal of noise, conflicting Scriptures, the furious sounds of those striving for righteousness as it is understood. But what of the noise in ourselves?
Welcome to Brothers and Sisters, the weekly meetup for prayer* and community at Daily Kos. We put an asterisk on pray* to acknowledge that not everyone uses conventional religious language, but may want to share joys and concerns, or simply take solace in a meditative atmosphere. Anyone who comes in the spirit of mutual respect, warmth and healing is welcome.
Working from the basic biological fact that everyone has to use the bathroom sometime, and the basic philosophical theory that everyone needs something to read while they're in there, the Wisconsin United Methodist Human Trafficking Taskforce had a bathroom brainstorm as to how to get vital information out there to aid victims of human trafficking.
Going through the high school graduation thing with my second daughter has made me think about milestones. I vest a lot of important in milestones. When my first daughter turned 18 and was eligible to vote, I embarrassed the hell out of her by picking her and her friends up from school, driving them to the polling place and taking a buttload of pictures. I was the parent jumping up and down like a fool when my youngest daughter actually got a (fluke) hit in her last softball game of the season. My middle child had to pretend she didn’t know me at her first competitive choir competition in Middle School, because I was standing on the top row of the bleachers, holding up a sign written on a pizza box the whole time that said “Sing it Girl!” I love to celebrate milestones. We have prom/Sadie Hawkins/Homecoming dance pictures of my oldest daughters plastered all over every square inch of the hall. Every sport they’ve played, every school performance, every first date…I just can’t get over it. My grandson is on the verge of potty training success, and I’ve got biiig plans in the works.
It is inevitable. It is good natured. Every time I inform my Staff Parish Committee about my vacation plans, someone will joke:
“Why do pastor needs vacation? They only work two hours on Sunday.” Haw Haw Haw. Big belly larfs. Just kidding, Pastor.
I used to laugh with them, albeit a bit strained. Then I settled for watery smile, more akin to a grimace. Now I just look at them with toleration and take a hit on my whiffer. My Albuterol inhaler. I am learning to breathe.
I'm sure I'll figure it out in a moment....
It's so clean and uncluttered around here. Someone must have picked up.
Wow, when did Markos attach the turbos to the site?
Wait a minute.....
That little personal box on the left side just sprouted a couple of new options.
Hmmmm. Gimme a minute. It'll come to me.....
So, my husband and I were here, just making sure our 22 year, heterosexual marriage could survive the onslaught of equality....
“I hate that we’re getting used to losing young people again.”
My head whipped around to stare at the speaker. It was Maggie, a usually cheerful octogenarian who does a daily three mile circuit around town pushing her walker with the fuzzy dice hanging from it. I could understand why her usual sunny, sweet smile was missing; we were standing outside of the funeral home while half the town, no exaggeration, was inside or waiting tearfully in line for their turn to enter, watch a brief video, and gaze at the pictures before filing past the open casket.
Many professions require one to be a mandatory reporter of suspected child, elder or vulnerable-person abuse, with significant penalties possible if you do NOT follow through on this responsibility. In addition to obvious reporters, such as medical professionals, counselors, teachers, social workers and first responders, included on the list are some you might not think of, such as dietitians, acupuncturists, audiologists, and coroners. Basically, anyone who must be licensed or certified in some way and who may serve vulnerable populations, is a mandatory reporter. In my state, they must report when they have “reasonable cause to suspect that a child seen by the person in the course of professional duties has been abused or neglected” or “reason to believe that a child seen by the person in the course of professional duties has been threatened with abuse or neglect and that abuse or neglect of the child will occur.” [s. 48.981(2)(a), Wis. Stats.]