Sunday, August 22, 2021

I Love ___ (My Tom T. Hall Tribute)




I just found out the "The Storyteller" died this past Friday. Since the beloved Tom T. Hall poetically shared with us what he loved in his song, "I Love," I decided I would share things too that I love as a tribute to him. I am no Tom T. Hall but I adore this song enough to put myself out there for him as he always did for us. So, here it goes:


I love fireflies flickering in the dark, slowly strolling through the park

Ice cream on a hot afternoon, and the moon

I love owls hooting into the night, children giggling with delight

The smell of coffee in the morning, and exploring

And I love you too


I love walking barefoot in the grass, remembering loved ones that have passed

Art that speaks to me, and the sea

I love classic muscle cars, bands that play in bars

Clouds that look like shapes, and grapes

And I love you too


I love when a good song comes on the radio, lazy days when there is nowhere 

you have to go,

A candlelit church on Christmas Eve, and trees

I love a cool breeze on an Autumn day, when things just seem to go your way

Dragonflies gliding through the sky, and pie

And I love you too Mr. Hall


Photo credit: tom_t_hall.jpg (1200×630) (rickyskaggs.com)




Thursday, August 19, 2021

To Mask Or Not To Mask? That Is The Question.

 

    17 months. It has been 17 months since this pandemic started. Remember flatten the curve? Then, wear a mask, socially distance, hand sanitize. Remember all that? Oh, and, of course, don't forget to step right up and get your vaccine. Pfizer, Moderna, J&J....whichever one you want, just get it. So, yeah, where are we at now after 17 months of all of this? I'll tell you where we are at.....worse than where we were 17 months ago even after all these guidelines and vaccines were applied. How can that be? Well, that's a good question. Let me see if I can help you figure that out. Of course, I can only give you what I see from my neck of the woods but I'm in Florida so...Yes, I said Florida, and I can hear your reaction loud and clear.     

    We here in Florida, think (good time to say I don't think this, by the way) we don't have to wear masks anymore.  So much so, that we just sent our kids back to school during a HUGE (yes, that big that it needs to be capitalized) surge of the Delta Variant (which might I add is more contagious and widespread to all ages than the Alpha version of Covid 19) because, well, simply put, we are Florida. 

    Now, two weeks after sending said kids to school without making masks mandatory, we (being the school boards) are having emergency meetings to discuss if we were maybe a little too naive in our decisions since staff and students are testing positive and/or being quarantined left and right AND the schools are understaffed AND the students at home have been cut off from a virtual option since we didn't need that either anymore. In their defense, our fearless leader, Governor Desantis, has threatened to cut off funds to school districts if they go against his optional mask approach to our school year. However, some districts like Hillsborough County who have over 10,000 students and staff quarantined in just one week have decided to face the consequences and go against him given the numbers they are facing. 

    So, as I sit here on the eve of our own school district deciding to mask or not to mask, I feel pissed. We did our part the whole way through. We masked, socially distanced, used hand sanitizer, and those of us eligible, all got vaccinated. We even went beyond that by homeschooling last year and forgoing sports and extracurricular activities. So, with our virtual option removed, I voluntarily masked up my kids as they returned to school and urged them to be as careful as possible, while I have sat back and watched the shit show unfold from home. I am so disgusted with Florida. In our bold attempt to be the land of freedom where no restrictions exist, we have created a hot spot where not only the students and staff are caught in the crossfire, but, the hospitals and medical teams are spread so thin that they can't keep up with the positive cases either. 

Yes, plenty will argue, and trust me, they seem to love to, that we don't need masks if we are vaccinated.  Well, we do. We all do because the unvaccinated are the highest percentage in the hospitals and we are around them. So, if we can't convince everyone to get vaccinated, then, we are all back to wearing masks since the rate of infections is so high again.   The vaccine is not your bulletproof vest so you can still catch it and spread it and that is not a risk I am willing to take being around children that are not eligible to have the vaccine and are now more susceptible to the Delta Variant. I care too damn much about my young child and yours for that matter to not do my part right now as should you. So, once again, to mask or not to mask? That is the question. My answer (in my most frustrated and loud voice ever because this should not even be a question given the rate of infection right now): Yes, wear your f*cking mask (and if you really want to help...get your vaccination too) so this doesn't go on for another 17 months!

Sunday, August 1, 2021

When Your Social Battery Runs Out...Poof!


 I wish it was just as easy to disappear in real life as it is on social media....poof, I’m gone. Shut down and activate recharge. If only, it was that simple!  After a very difficult period, I’ve needed to take care of the introvert in me because, as the comic strip perfectly explains it, my social battery has been drained so much that even writing has not been a sufficient enough outlet for me. With that said, I have not totally lost my mind either and I know I can’t let myself poof and disappear forever. I have an inner voice too and it keeps whispering, “You need to write.” So, here, I am, again, doing what I do when I need to do it. 

Self preservation is so necessary for me. I need silence so I can hear my thoughts and what they are trying to tell me. Then, I need stillness, so my mind can rest. Finally, and most importantly, I need distance so my body and soul can renew themselves and find their way again. This cycle, luckily and quite beautifully, comes naturally to me. However, finding the space and time it takes, has not. 

The pandemic and its ripple effect has created such a haze around me that I have not been able to disconnect long enough to heal so I can return to the fight. Instead, I have allowed it to cut much deeper than I usually would and now there is no bandage large enough to hide it. So, it’s either amputate it and let it all go or save it and figure out how to fix it. My indecisiveness has caused me to poof and disappear but my inner voice, that nagging little bitch that she is, has taken my magical poof button away, and is making me choose. Should I cut my losses or should I put on my thinking cap and pull myself out? 

If you are waiting for an answer, just stop reading and leave now. I’m not quite there yet. But I will tell you where I am currently....I am here  and this is exactly where I need to be....for now. 


Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Jumanji: The Next Level


                 July 1st: Level 7: Congratulations! You have made it to the next level of Jumanji.

That's how it's starting to feel when we make it through another month of this dreadful year we are all having.  Above are the expressions we all make when we lift our phones and sign onto social media to see what new challenges the day is bringing as if all the other ones up until this point weren't enough. So far, we've had a global pandemic called COVID-19 which has brought us daily reports of newly infected cases and death tolls. It has altered everything! The way we socialize, shop, educate our children and live. The mask has become the new bra...They are uncomfortable but you have to wear them in public or everyone notices you are not. However, people still refuse to even though it has been recommended and in some locations mandatory. We don't argue about the benefits of bike helmets, life jackets, or sunscreen, but we argue about masks?? Doesn't make sense people! Just wear a damn mask!
Then, we have had murder hornets. Yes, hornets that commit murder...well, kind of. They are large Asian hornets which generally don't attack people but bees, and, yet, we have managed to give them a scary name and exaggerated their size. Why? Because we can and it is just another way to perpetuate fear in a time when everyone is already fragile. Also, did you know flushing drugs down the toilet can create hyper-aggressive alligators? Oh yes! Meth gators. It's a thing too. Oh 2020, what are we going to do with you? It's too much for one year. You should have spaced it out, but, let's keep going...
There were videos released by the U.S. Department of Defense showing unidentified flying objects maneuvering around Navy pilots. UFOs! E.T., Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Independence Day! Hollywood loves this shit and so do we, but, believe it or not, no one really seemed to even care. Are we so drained by the pandemic that something as potentially amazing as the possibility of real extraterrestrials, not the movie kind we are used to, visiting us and the government actually acknowledging it, doesn't even faze us? Well, that seems to be the case as it's 15 minutes of fame was short-lived and already tucked away. Come on, people, they were airborne heat-emitting objects without wings performing aerodynamics that no known aircraft can achieve and we are not intrigued or even impressed? Well, I'm personally disappointed in you all. It could have been an amazing discovery or at least a really good and much-needed distraction at this time.
Okay, point made and I'll move on. Another passerby that made the news...The giant Godzilla dust known as the Saharan Dust Cloud made its way to us this summer. Like the murder hornets, hugely exaggerated by the media, but it did happen. I didn't see anything different personally, but another good headline to add to the list.
In other news, Kim Jong-un was reported dead then not dead, Prince Harry walked away from the British monarchy and became a commoner like the rest of us, Bernie felt the bern and dropped out of the presidential race leaving us with "Sleepy Joe" Biden as the contender against "The Donald."
And last but certainly not least. A video showing a police officer using excessive force against a black man named George Floyd and how his death has unleashed a wave of Black Lives Matter protesting and riots across our already divided country.
Let's be honest, we live in a world where more people are interested in Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston speaking to each other at an awards ceremony than the out of control fires in Australia back in January (which I don't even know what happened to since we rolled into this haze of coronavirus monopolizing our news) People would seriously rather talk about the Tiger King and if Carol totally killed her husband than a dead whale being found in the middle of the Amazon rain forest so I don't have much faith in our society to mend and heal from the real issues we should be dealing with.
As much as I would love to throw a turkey in the oven, string a few lights, and open a few presents and call it a year, it's not that easy and I'm not sure it should be either. Maybe we need to see 2020 as an opportunity for our society to rethink, change, and grow. We have all had to process and adapt to the same issues but how we do it, whether on our own or together, could write the next chapter to this ongoing story we are living in and leaving behind to the future. For example, we can remove flags and statues all day but unfortunately, that will not remove the ignorance or hate inside of someone. We need to change minds not history right now. Do we want to be remembered as the most heated groups of blacks vs whites, democrats vs republicans, mask wearers vs non-mask wearers, do you catch my drift? I would like to see it end with a period that reflected perseverance, compassion, and development other than an exclamation full of negligence, indifference, and instability. I guess what I'm trying to say is less talk, more listening. Either way, we are on the next level together but will we make it to the next one if we don't stop fighting and pulling ourselves together (while wearing your mask and staying 6 feet apart of course!)  and forming some real communication and progress other than adding to the daily bombardment of challenges? You may think the choice is yours, but, the answer you come up with becomes everyone's answer so choose wisely, and keep in mind, we still have 5 more levels to go.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Coronavirus 2020: The Global Burden

I finished my last post unplugging from social media to find a simpler, kinder, and less distracted life that I had been craving. Boy, what a difference a few months can make! News of the coronavirus had been circling around on the news feeds even then, but, it had been confined to China. Then, Italy....Spain.....etc....then, suddenly Washington. Wait, what, Washington!?! That's when it hit me.... This is not like something my generation has seen before! In a short time, this became not just a country's burden but a global burden.
So, my planned hiatus has been put on the back burner as I have found it virtually impossible to keep up with the latest news by not partaking in social media. As we all social distance, quarantine, wear masks, limit essential shopping, endlessly wash and bathe our hands in soap and sanitizer, virtual school our kids, watch mass on youtube, facetime our family and friends, and maneuver through the endless amounts of fact vs. myth, statistics, memes, press conferences, and local-national-global news, what are we doing so we don't lose our minds over this overwhelming amount of daily pandemic chaos?
For me, I created my "save my sanity" spot where I can escape outside, drink out of my favorite coffee mug, listen to the birds, enjoy my tropical garden, and remind myself, oh yeah, it is Springtime! It is my place to "Bee Happy" as my pillow suggests, delve into sights, colors, tastes, and sounds that make me happy, and most importantly, have a couple of minutes each day to peacefully remember what I am still grateful for through this highly unusual time. Creating this space that inspires and reflects me has truly been my saving grace. It comforts me and re-energizes me when I return back into the coronavirus lifestyle we have become necessarily accustomed to.  What are you doing for your own mental health or well being through this time?


                                                     My "save my sanity" spot:



                                                           My Springtime tropical view:


                                                            My favorite coffee mug:




                                                                                                   




                                                                                                   

Saturday, January 11, 2020

The Reset Button



I was recently watching Forrest Gump and one scene in particular kept coming back to me. It was when Lieutenant Dan finally let go of the self loathing which had caused him so much suffering. Then, he simply said thank you to Forrest for saving his life, leaped off the shrimp boat, and gently swam off into the distance while Forrest reflected on how Lt. Dan had made his peace that day.
It would be so much easier if we could hit a reset button rather than having to go through years of self punishment and pain to reach a point of acceptance and healing but life is not that simple.
However, a new year does seem to be the closest thing we have. A new year, a new chance to start over. Even though, realistically, every day is a new day as well but people seem to prefer January 1st as their new beginning.
I openly admit self punishment and pain I am not immune to. Some I have control over. Some I don't. So, the ongoing resolutions that I, and, everyone else for that matter, throw around like: Lose weight, eat healthy, sleep more, drink less alcohol, cut down on stress, blah blah blah.... we just can't accomplish if there is more to it. For some there isn't, but, for a lot, those are only the "surface" problems and you have to work out the underlying stuff first. Then, usually, the rest will follow. So, aim big or small with your resolutions. The choice is yours but choose wisely and make it stick.
This year, I'm going big. My first bold move is I'm going off Facebook. Gasp! I know, daring right!?!
The likes, followers, comments, selfies, what you had for dinner, your political views, if you were a spirit animal which one would you be......if I'm being quite honest. I don't care. I have found it more exhausting than helpful for quite a while now and the time has come to fill those wasted moments with more useful things to do. I want to get back to the more simpler life I enjoyed pre-social media and without the distractions it has created. So, the phone is going down and my camera, art pencils, keyboard, and crossword puzzles are getting dusted off. You can see it as me "unfriending you" but I'm not. Now, we don't have to walk by each other on the sidewalk because we already know everything going on with each other from our "feeds." We might actually talk face to face again. Imagine that!
Secondly, and, most importantly, I'm learning to be kinder to myself. I internalize A LOT which is another reason why I need to dust off my old tools for stress. Sometimes,that inner voice I battle needs an outlet too. So, me and that little voice of mine are getting some much needed TLC.
And that's it but enough for now. So, finger out. Reset Button hit. Here's to a happier, simpler, and less distracted 2020.

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

And the award goes to....


As I scrolled through social media today, I saw several accounts posting photos of their middle school children who made the honor roll. In no way, shape, or form is this post that I am about to write meant to cast any shadow over these children or their accomplishments. I truly looked at all of them with admiration and joy for their proud parents sharing their academic achievements as a representation of how hard each and every one of them have worked to earn this kind of recognition. It takes intelligence, yes, but, it also, takes an even bigger amount of discipline, focus, and commitment, especially, when it is much easier to get side tracked by the distractions and pressures that comes with this age. So, just the simple fact that they found the right path, and, stayed on it should be celebrated even more than these grades.
With that said, my post is to show praise and to cast a light on my child in a way that many, but, not all, out there in my boat don't really seem to share enough. And to the children that deserve so much recognition, but, don't seem to get it because of the way we measure accomplishments in our school system, this post is dedicated to you all as well.
Okay, here I go...Our reality is that our middle school child will probably never share that stage with your honor roll children and we are okay with that. What we are not okay with is instilling him with any kind of nonsense that he does not measure up to society's standards of what deserves recognition though.
There have been many times over the years where he has been the only child in his class that had to go sit in the office while his classmates had been carted off to receive academic awards without him.
There have been many times over the years where children have bragged to him about these awards and pointed out to him that he never receives them.
He has been asked why he goes to the resource room everyday?
He has been asked why he is not really good at talking or listening, or, even school for that matter?
He has had years of his dedication and interest and EVEN his diagnosed and documented language disorder questioned.
Let me make it perfectly clear. In our house, we don't make excuses and he is not allowed to either. He has a mixed receptive and expressive language disorder. What does that mean? It is a communication disorder that neurologically impairs his ability to understand spoken language and to use spoken language to communicate with others. How does that carry over to the classroom? He requires more exposure and repetition to learn new concepts and he struggles to vocalize answers in a way that demonstrates enough proficiency in these concepts. Hence, the resource room, where he is able to receive and review what he is learning at a more individual and manageable pace. It does not effect his intelligence in anyway, just his speech and approach to learning which is something he has greatly improved in as a result of early intervention, therapies, resources, and an incredible support system that has nurtured him with lots of love and encouragement.

So, when I look at my son and his journey up to this point, I see this:
I see a baby that was more emotional and fearful than others.
I see an insecure toddler that would not attempt to vocalize, and, instead, he would use everything but words to let us know what he wanted and the frustration it caused him when we didn't understand.
I see a pre schooler that was told he was not ready for kindergarten because he had not been able to demonstrate that he could identify his shapes, colors, and letters.
I see a kindergartner that could only speak around 20 words and fell behind quickly as the academic screenings began.
I see a second grader that was retained another year and was told by teachers that he needed to pay attention more.
I see a 3rd grader that had to take the FSA tests like everyone else no matter how overwhelming it was going to be.
I see a 5th grader who had to sit through one final round of honor roll awards at his graduation without his name being called.
I see a child that has had to watch his own brothers excel academically at their own awards ceremonies.

But you know what I really see:
I see eyes that began to twinkle and the most incredible smile that followed every time he grasped a new concept.
I see a child that never, not even once, has complained about all of the years he has had to go through speech and language therapy, resource rooms, and doctors' offices to assist him with his disorder.
I see a child that has openly told and explained to others about his disorder to educate them without hesitation.
I see every resource teacher and doctor that tell me what a joy he has been to work with.
I see him proudly holding his elementary school diploma in his hands knowing, without being told, how hard he worked to receive it.
I see a child that dreams about being a fire fighter and has never doubted his abilities to learn the trade and do it well.
I see a child that does his best and does not blame or use his language disorder as an excuse for his poor grades.
I see a child that refuses to give in or give up.
I see a child that will be just fine and will do well at whatever he sets out to accomplish.
and, finally, I see a child that has always been told that the best view comes after the hardest climb and he keeps proving it every step of the way.

You see, in our house, we strive for C's or above for him. Does he always hit the mark? No. Does he hit it sometimes? A lot.
Will there be any kind of awards or recognition for children from the resource room at school? Probably not. Should there be though? Yes. Absolutely.
Until then, my son and I will gracefully, always be happy for others, as they receive their school awards while we celebrate his accomplishments on our own. In turn, my hope is that society learns to broaden our ways that we measure success so it starts getting reflected more in schools and, that we realize on our own, without reading posts like this, that everyone deserves recognition in one way or another.
So, to my resource child and yours out there. Here is your spotlight. This is your praise and recognition that I am sharing: I see you, I see you all, and I have genuinely felt what it is like to be in your world and I get it. I have been in those rooms with you where you have been questioned, examined, tested, and judged. But I have also been in those rooms where you have been taught, challenged, encouraged, and supported. I have seen you walk in deflated and walk out elated. I know you spend everyday starting where you are at, using what you have, and doing what you can to learn and prove it to people but you only have to prove it to yourself. You have to do the climbing. It is your hill and your view. No one else. Congratulations to all of you on your hard work.


Soul Friends

I recently spent a night out with old friends. It was long over due. We're talking decades in the making.  From the very beginning, it t...