I loved my mother. She had an ability to prevent bad things from happening. She was very good at it. Oh, she had a normal range of bad things that happened, but she seemed to manage stopping the biggest of problems. When David joined the Navy and left home at the tender age of seventeen, her skill kept him alive. WW2 was over and he was on watch duty in the Pacific caring for the speedboat of the captain of his ship, but it still worked. She had an amazing ability to protect herself and family from many horrid consequences. She worried them away. It worked. Noting she ever worried about came to pass.
I have always heard that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Frankly, I have never had much use for grease, but you, my friends, have taught me that whining gets results. There were a number of facebook notes from friends reminding me that they actually read my blog. To be honest, I was most appreciative of hearing from you all, more because of who you are than the specific comments. Those were nice too. However, one of my post comments sent a very helpful tip. I’m going to use it
I got into a discussion this morning on the ins and outs of who hates whom. I knew there were some, but when Sheila got done with her list I knew there would have been a shorter list of who doesn’t hate anyone. I know it was just her perspective and she is another one who refuses to forgive an offense. As she was talking I was trying to figure out why she was even talking to me. I know I offended her. She didn’t put me on a list but when I heard the whys of her unwillingness to forgive I suspected I was on that list but only when she shares it with other people. I was politically left off this list for the purpose of our current discussion.
When you live in a place with only 60 people and 30 or more hate one or more of the others and will not participate in anything their enemy does — you have trouble: and that’s a capital “T” and that rhymes with “P” and that’s what we got right here in River City. We got trouble. That’s trouble I say and that rhymes with “P” and that is people. Trouble with people and people who are troubled and they annoy all us extremely sane individuals who try to be Switzerland in the middle of the war. I’m glad for the mountains surrounding us.
I have considered getting some law enforcement group to try and settle all this hatred. There are too many different US law enforcement groups. Too much time would be spent trying to determine jurisdiction. I like how the Mounties work. There are not so many law originations in Canada but I think the Mounties can be part of it all. But the best would most likely be the Gestapo. I admit I wouldn’t trust them and those remaining are most likely in hiding, but you have to admit — they take control. Yuck! But the control would indict us all.
If I can figure out who is not hated by anyone and hates no one, I might start a new group but knowing people that old hate would start coming out and instead of only 50% hating one another it might rise to 75% in conflict. That’s just too much to handle. I would have to stay in my apartment. If I do that, I will have to clean it.
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