The NEXT four Sundays, the blog is Silent Sunday. Just an image, YOU add the meaning. Today, not so much! 😉 ONE more week before CPAD (Christmas Photo a Day) starts to come to you before work (days off, too) each morning! That’s the good news.
The bad??? Well, you are so NOT early with your shopping! It’s a tiny little Christmas shopping season this year.
An idea— shop online– FOR ART. Photographs that suit the style and personality of those you love. ART is special. It says “I saw THIS and thought of YOU!”…. still time to get it shipped AND standard sizes mean there is still time to frame it. THE VIEW FROM THE PASSENGER WINDOW
(at the end of the day, this CPAD is a labor of love, but I do want you to OWN and ENJOY my art!)
If not online, FIND A LOCAL GALLERY!! (no link… seriously, just GOOGLE Local art gallery for YOUR local artists!
You will not find UNIQUE in a mall.
Christmas Photo a Day starts in 28 DAYS. (Follow this link to an absolutely NOT complete look at CPAD photos from Christmas past.)
Where did this year GO?? Have you any idea what your new years resolutions were for 2019? Are you ready for 2020? I hope that the good outdid the bad this year, for you…
I am sorry to inform you, but you are NO LONGER early with your Christmas shopping. Indeed, you are starting to skate pretty close to “OMG, what am I getting aunt Susie this year!” All that’s between you and Christmas is Election Day on Tuesday (VOTE!!!) and Thanksgiving.
Have you signed up to get a little holiday cheer yet? A laugh, a chuckle or a memory in photo form, delivered to your INSTAGRAM, to your FACEBOOK, to your TWITTER or, if you are still opening it daily, your EMAIL? (Don’t trust that you HAVE in the past signed up… please go check that you follow me on one of the three links above. If you want me to be sending you an email each morning with your Photo A Day, please contact me) (Twitter—fair warning, you WILL see a lot of political posts if you follow me there)
Let me remind you that you still have time to find aunt Susie a perfect, and unique gift-– a gift of ART.
Straight from the comfort of your couch, take a wander through this gallery or any of the others on my website, The View From the Passenger Window. These carefully curated albums are full of my most popular, best-selling images.
The shopping experience has been made easier and it’s more intuitive. This year, all the prices are set. I am not offering any coupons or promos. Shop now and rest easy, prices are not going to change tomorrow. (please also realize that the price you pay is NOT how much I am earning….I have my profit set relatively low to the cost of the photos production cost)
AND!!!!! Drumroll please, HOLIDAY GREETING CARDS are back! Flat 5×7 25 pack or more, starting at $.92 per card! It seems as if you can only get holiday cards at the moment, but at least they are back!
Never Forget. Ever. (she was eight yesterday. time moves on)
(Yes, it’s been some time since I have blogged. I guess I haven’t had anything nice to say, and that’s how I was raised 😉 )
TEN YEARS ON…. (The following is LONG. It is emotional and it is depressing. Since I started blogging, I have written something about the events of 9-11, and I have linked to a website where a very small part of the following is posted. This year, I have simply consolidated the entire scrapbook and writings that are in it, and created a new gallery on my photo website so all is viewable and archived.)
It turns out I can’t ReBlog something more than once. So, HERE is my September 11, 2011 blog post… written SIX years and two days ago, on the eve of Laylabug’s birth… six years of absolute joy and wonder, while right outside that little bubble of love, life goes…
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Ok. So, The Alabama story is stupid. I mean, world-class, over-the-top. grow up already stupid. You mistyped. Get over it. Own it.
He will start a nuclear war to avoid admitting he misspoke before it’s all over. (H/T Hillary Rodham Clinton)
But wait. “I” am not belaboring this for no reason, ok? Not ME. I am just sitting here, shaking my head, wondering how it is that almost a dozen Dem nominees for president spoke about climate change on national TV yesterday for HOURS–I mean, how long was that town hall–??
And yet. Today, the news cycle is still swallowed up by the #failedFrozenSteakSalesman, #TheOvalOfficeSquatter.
Yesterday, the President of the United States posts a video with Sharpie graffiti. Obviously doctored. (also, ILLEGAL).
And he doesn’t like that he is now being dragged on Twitter. You know all he cares about are RATINGS!! TV coverage that pets him and makes all the feels comfy and lovey.
So, he pours fuel on the fire. He finds and tweets out ANOTHER photo, that he swears up down and sideways PROVES beyond a reasonable doubt that HE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG.
1–That map predates his tweet by DAYS.
2– He is the president and has access to the latest information, from people who know what they are talking about.
3–He obviously mistyped, misspoke, didn’t read his talk-to-text before hitting send (hey, we’ve all been THERE, ok??)
4–That map has, in all caps along the bottom, that it DOES NOT SUPERCEDE other maps, so never mind if there’s other, better info.
5–It appears he (or someone trying to put the pacifier back in his mouth) doctored THAT map, too. ( I mean, I don’t KNOW. OK? I suppose it is possible that things changed a lot in 15 minutes, way back on August 28–But he tweeted about Alabama about 72 hours later)
6–Instead of waking up TODAY, September 5 and moving on, he is BACK on Twitter, continuing trying to prove he was right—-
“I’m right. Fake News. SEE!!!! Look at ME!! Stop showing the people of this country that they could hire someone (ANYONE) more intelligent, more sane than ME!”
So, whatever the news was from that Climate Change town hall yesterday, it all got swept up in the maelstrom of chaos that is #hurricaneDonnieBoy
I just finished listening to “Becoming”, by Michelle Obama.
I am not typically an audiobook person for THE FIRST time around, I should clarify. I love to listen to well-worn tales that I can zone out on for a bit without having to rewind wondering WHAT just happened??? So, I will often re-listen to 100 Years of Solitude or Hitchhikers Guide or Outlander.
However, the wait list at the library was months long for both book and audiobook, so I put both on hold, and the audio arrived first.
Read it. Listen to it. Play it during the to and from school commute with your children. Any child should know that THEY have space in their world to BECOME ….
It is gentle, funny, inspiring and so truthfully told.
It starts at the very beginning, a very fine place to start, and it made me think back on my childhood, my recollections and wonder at how many things, if I REALLY thought about them, influenced me in ways I am not aware of, until I start to think about them carefully.
Can I recall tales like these? Or ike the absolutely hysterical recollection my husband has of getting on his bike and running away to grandma’s house because of…. yeah, HE will have to tell THAT tale 🙂
Probably. I can, if prompted, and not required to put a date on things, tell all sorts of tales. Tales so similar to those that Michelle Obama tells of her 4 year old self…
There were many places I wanted to stop and write down a quote, and I didn’t… because, well, driving. So, on a little Google search, here is a list of some of them… Not necessarily the ones that were the things that I had wanted to note… because some of them were more introspective in the margin kind of things…
I am sure I will read or listen again someday, but in the meantime I know that there is a whole list of library patrons waiting, so I sent it back early.
Air-conditioned, music piped in. Mall parking lot full of cars. Everybody trying to keep up with the Joneses by buying what the Joneses already bought. There are more clothes in this world than are needed to dress everyone– and the nice easy way to allow yourself a guilt-free romp at the mall is to bag it all up, and drop it off, especially in the time of emergency.
You have dutifully emptied out your closet of last years style, of things that look awful on you, that are too small, that don’t “bring you joy” in the current KonMari vernacular, into plastic bags you drop off at the donation center of your choice, for the “Disaster Du Jour” drive.
It’s all about making YOU feel good. Honorable. Virtuous. What you’ve bagged and dropped off after a disaster shows no bearing on real need and use… (Winter jackets? Sent to South Carolina or South Africa? Almost expired cans and boxes of food that you bought a year ago and NEVER found a day where it seemed like a good addition to your dinner menu?) AND you get to go shopping again for yourself, to replace those goods you dropped off!! Win/win! Capitalism will continue to thrive!
Donating commodities, or hand-made pillowcases; that makes you feel good while you get to do what you want and shop again! Buy more yarn! New jeans for everyone! Why do you do it that way, rather than just ponying up 20 bucks to slip into the Red Cross box? Is it the same superiority of virtue that you feel when you see a beggar on the street? YOU know better than they do about what they require? You know HOW they should live? You take away free agency from them by handing them what you THINK they need/deserve– (a paper bag from McDonalds?) Giving them 10 bucks means in your mind they’re going to drink it away, but you feel so superior giving them a hamburger– that you are more evolved, more correct? How can you make determinations as to what they actually need? They may use the 10 bucks so they could go buy some object or experience they know they need (I don’t want to assume what they want– maybe a toothbrush, maybe a can of cat food for their furry companion, maybe a new shopping bag… Who are you to decide they can’t buy a new pair of socks? How many $1 menu burgers should a homeless person accept a day?)
Paying it forward in a local restaurant near where they hang out would be a better deal. They can come in out of the cold, use the restroom like a paying patron and have a meal they choose, served to them like a human.
“Do-good-ism” and superiority go hand-in-hand. You feel that Red Cross, for example, uses too much of its money in a non-correct (to you) fashion and so therefore you’re going to send them your old sheets and towels instead of money– or you are going to really show them by sending that all to Salvation Army instead. You don’t want to shop at Goodwill because they don’t pay some staff “properly” . However, you are willing to shop at Walmart for clothing that is made in Bangladesh (by people who are not paid properly either), whose CEO’s make the Goodwill issues look quaint, and whose store employees are paid so little they are a large drain on your own local, state and federal government social programs. Hey, you gotta save a buck when you can, right?
You won’t eat at X or buy from Y and boycott Z because of this or that and the other, and yet…..You don’t shop at Salvation Army because of their religious bent, but you spend hours roaming Hobby Lobby. You do have to suffer through Christian revival music in ReGenisis thrift stores, but have you LISTENED to some of the lyrics coming out of the speakers at your local XYZ?? We make these decisions of where to shop on determinations of what is “correct” and what should be boycotted based on our own very narrow view of “what is right”. Pete Buttigieg said of Chik-Fil-A, “I do not approve of their politics, but I kind of approve of their chicken,” If EVERYONE is boycotting SOMETHING, it’s somewhat a wash, right?
Why are you willing, even EAGER to fork over your old belongings and yet so stingy with cash? Are you intimating that these folks are incapable of making good choices on their own? Do you feel ownership over their behavior because you gave them cash? You can continue to look down on them because of your superior circumstance? You give them your clothes, not your standards of living. You are silently saying you know better than them. Or do you simply want an excuse to go shop? (Hail, Capitalism!)
Quilters or knitters busily make pillowcase and quilts and afghans-NOT because the newly homeless due to disaster or as yet “unsaved” in some foreign country need or don’t need such things, but because it makes them feel good and virtuous. They give away that $30 of fabric (bought it 5 years ago and never could figure out what to make) They spend three to thirty hours of “effort”, doing something they enjoy doing anyway. (please, I don’t mean EVERYONE. I am using the “Royal You”… ) and shop it off overseas….
I do enjoy thrifting.. the odd aisles, the lack of rubber-stamp corporate decor and layout, the non-organized hangers, the digging about on shelves, and the excitement of locating something unique, something old–something that is a memory trigger. Ask me and I will most likely inform you that 75% of any outfit (NEVER shoes or undergarments) I am wearing is from a thrift store. I like that I choose what I like, that I am not looking like every other person every day. I don’t aim for far-out or vintage vibes, although I do admire those who pull it off. I just can’t think of anything better than letting someone else take a stiff new pair of jeans and turn them into something relaxed and comfortable. for me to wear. I enjoy the hunt, the search for that elusive something that others set free. It’s not as easy as breezing through Target and finding all my sizes right there. It isn’t the place to go if you KNOW you NEED a purple short sleeve sweater and nothing else will do… (but if purple short sleeve sweaters aren’t the style this year, you may be out of luck at Macy’s, too.)
I read once that every piece of clothing uses on average 7 gallons of water to be made. That is a pretty shocking thought. The clothes I am purchasing second-hand are obviously not stopping that, but it doesn’t hurt to do my small part to save the planet, either. If you shopped even some of the time at a local thrift store, their back rooms wouldn’t look like this… and yet if you stop shopping at your Kohls or Target or or or… then the local economy falters and the person who has a part time job at Walmart loses their precarious foothold in the work world…
We really HAVE jacked things up, haven’t we??
We spend our weekends hunting through yard sales and flea markets and estate sales while our homes are FULL. (and our credit cards fuller) We are looking for what? That item that makes it to Antique Roadshow and brings in the big bucks? That unicorn of an item we didn’t know we couldn’t do without until we saw it sitting there, shoved to the back of the shelf, our hunter-gatherer DNA popping to the surface.
We buy another coffee mug with a cute saying (guilty as charged over here) while we know we have more mugs than ever make it into rotation, and STILL use the big green one every morning.
My pots and pans are copper-bottom Revere Ware from my grandmothers home. over 50 years old. I love them and will never willingly get rid of them. Yet still, Kohls puts up the shiny display that I stop to admire. I know my cabinets can’t accommodate another item, AND yet. (I do resist the temptation here!) If I were to spot a piece at thrift store, it would probably come home with me.
We are not a nation that is willing to do without…But we are also not a nation that feels we should be cognizant of any type of “WHAT ARE WE DOING?” either.
Just some thoughts on a hot summers day.
Two very interesting articles. IN KIND DONATIONS