This morning’s sunrise, captured only because I ran outside to get the New York Times and happened to see it as I came back up the driveway. It was spectacular.
I hope the sun stays with us today. We’ve had hints of it over the last two days, but cloudy skies prevailed. We’re headed to the Catskill Animal Sanctuary, so I’m asking Mother Nature to please let the sun shine throughout the day.
Do you remember last January/February when I was working in Hartford and I bought two tiny, tiny plants from the market to brighten up my apartment? You’ve seen that size – a very small pot with a starter plant.
Here’s the spider plant when I first brought it to the apartment:
Teeny tiny. And the pothos can be seen in the background in this picture:
That wee little spider plant has become rather large. In fact, it probably needs repotting.
As has the pothos (at least I’m pretty sure it’s a pothos.)
Do I take them with me to Hartford to have a little greenery in the apartment? I’m still pondering that one. As you know, I pack a lot of stuff to make the apartment feel like home. Do I want to pack even more?
I’m already making lists.
But first, I have a lot of prep to do, as well as some Christmas shopping.
This really isn’t political as much as it’s an observation and question, but I’ll do a font change anyway.
My question of the day: Why do so many people fall for Fake News? I don’t understand it. It seems that anything can be floated out there and it will be swallowed, hook, line and sinker, by a shockingly large group of people. Have we lost the urge, the need, to fact check? Do people just rely on one news source and believe anything and everything they hear/read there?
I’m rather partial to facts. If I’m at all uncertain about a piece of information, I do some research. With computers so readily at hand these days, there’s really no excuse not to investigate. But it’s becoming evident that people believe what they want to believe and a shocking number of them have no desire to do anything but parrot what someone else has said – no matter if it’s a lie.
And that brings me to this: does thinking, challenging, and questioning make me one of the ‘elite?’ That, by the way, is a term I despise. Since when did getting an education, and often going deep into debt to get that education, become something that branded someone as ‘elite?’ I don’t care whether someone went to college or not, by the way. My husband didn’t get a college education and neither did my parents. Makes no difference to me. But I do have a problem with that word – elite. I’m proud that I have a Master’s Degree. I worked hard to get it. But, it doesn’t make me better or smarter than anyone else. And it doesn’t make me ‘elite.’ Neither does living on the East Coast or the West Coast, both of which I hear bandied about, especially during a presidential campaign.
Of course, the reality is that someone decided to use that term to put a negative spin on the ‘other.’ And it was repeated and repeated until it took and now we hear it all the time.
It’s a falsehood. Those who want to learn and pursue higher education are called the ‘elite’ and those who live high up in gilded towers in the biggest city on the East Coast are referred to as ‘the common man.’ What’s wrong with this picture?
Okay. I have to get a move on.