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Kindness Matters

April 15, 2016 at 9:48 am by Claudia

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I saw this in a shop while we were in Florida.

It’s one of those magnetic signs that can be put on a car and it’s now on my car.

It has sort of a sixties vibe, doesn’t it? Well, I came of age in the sixties and I’m proud of it.

Kindness matters.

It matters a great deal. Kindness comes from the core of a loving heart. Love for our fellow man, love for animals, love for our planet – love for everyone, no matter their color, race, or creed, no matter their economic status, no matter their sexual orientation, no matter what.

It doesn’t spring from fear, which seems to be ruling our world right now. It is certainly where the inflamed rhetoric that has been spewed out on a regular basis during this Presidential campaign comes from. It’s ugly, vile, hateful, and beneath contempt. The fear-mongering, the disrespect shown to women, the disrespect shown to fellow candidates, the disrespect shown to our sitting President, the disrespect shown to those who have suffered, are suffering, to those with disabilities – is this what we want to be made of? Is this how we want to conduct our lives?

I’ve known a few people in my life who have resorted to verbal attacks that were blistering, hurtful and cruel – not just once, but many times. This is what happens when a bully is cornered. They come out swinging, saying anything and everything in order to ‘win.’ And there is never an apology because that would mean taking responsibility for their actions. Winning is all, even if it means losing a friend or making an enemy in the process.

I do not continue those toxic relationships, though I have compassion for their obvious pain and a wish for peace to envelop their hearts.

We’re seeing much the same thing in this election process. Bullying. Hateful rhetoric. When cornered, attack. When challenged, attack even more. Never admit you’re wrong. Be a winner, not a loser. Make fun of those who have less. Make fun of the way people look. Make fun of those who might disagree with you.

Not to mention the strong-arm tactics that look like something I thought I would never see in this day and age, that bring to mind newsreel footage of fascists who would rough up those who protest, throw people out of a rally based on the color of their skin, deny any sort of healthy discussion.

They’re afraid. They react from a place of fear, which quickly turns to hate.

Why do we tolerate this in anyone, let alone someone who is running for the Presidency?

Kindness Matters.

I see no kindness there. I see someone who talks about excluding, about winners and losers, about torture, about punishing women, about bombing the innocent in order to win. I see someone whose ego needs to be constantly fed, who needs to have his name in the news – it’s like mother’s milk to him – who, at heart, is a child who never grew up, who knows nothing except how to bully, how to attack. His ego will never be fed enough. It will always crave more.

“He started it.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake, are you 6 years old?

Look, I have strong political beliefs and if you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you probably have a pretty good idea of where I stand. I have issues with other candidates as well, big issues, but those I will keep private as this is not a political blog.

This however, is different. This is shameful behavior. This is behavior I wouldn’t tolerate in a child, let alone an adult. This is embarrassing to those of us (and I have to believe it is most of us, please, let it be most of us) who believe differently and are horrified that this is getting media attention all over the world.

I have a theory. We now have a whole group of people who watch reality television and think it’s real. It isn’t, of course. It’s staged. (If you think it’s real, you need a reality check.) There is a segment of that programming that plays to the worst part in all of us. People say vile things, they physically attack each other, they say and do all that we were taught not to do. And people watch, just like spectators cheered as they watched the horrors in the Roman Colosseum, or watched gleefully as people were executed at the guillotine.

They think it’s real and, even more disturbing, they think it’s acceptable.

It isn’t.

Public discourse has sunk to a low that I haven’t seen in my lifetime.

And in walks a carnival barker who, like any shill worth his salt, knows how to play to those people. He plays on fear, on xenophobia, on racism, on the very disrespect we see on the shows of Jerry Springer or Maury Povich, or in political discussions on cable news, or on ‘reality’ television.

He’s speaking to the worst part of us. And, like those who are sure they  will be the ones to win the carnival barker’s game even though it’s rigged against them, people are buying this crap, even excusing it.

There is no excuse.

Hate breeds hate. Love breeds love. Kindness breeds kindness.

Like most of you, I was raised to say please and thank you, to respect my elders, to admit when I was wrong, to take responsibility for my actions, to treat everyone as my equal, to be kind to animals, to love my fellow man.

I have a real problem with the theory of American Exceptionalism – at least as it’s used today. It bothers me. I’m not a flag waver, which doesn’t mean I am not patriotic, it just means that I think we need to show who we are by our actions. Waving a flag is easy. Doing what is right is harder.

But if you believe in that concept of Exceptionalism, which is based on the idea of a free nation with democratic ideals and personal liberty, then surely this sort of exclusionary, hateful rhetoric is directly opposed to that concept. It’s everything our forefathers fought against.

Kindness cannot exist in exclusion. Kindness cannot exist in hate. Kindness cannot exist in bullying. Kindness cannot exist in bigotry or xenophobia. Kindness cannot exist in cruelty. Kindness cannot exist in anything other than love.

Kindness Matters. It matters now more than ever.

Happy Friday.

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Outdoor Goings-On, Reading & Scout

April 14, 2016 at 9:45 am by Claudia

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Yesterday, we watched in surprise as several orange-colored county trucks pulled up in front of the house. Our culvert had been cleaned out with an earth mover a couple of weeks ago, along with the culvert of our next door neighbor. Just the other day, we noticed two long lengths of metal pipe in the culvert, which we assumed must have been dropped off by the county.

Sure enough, they were replacing the pipe that runs under our driveway. Pipe that had apparently seen better days. We’ve had some problems with flooding in the culvert from time to time, as have our neighbors. After dragging on a pair of jeans, I hurriedly ran outside to make sure they were alerted to the presence of our peonies right beside the driveway. Though they look a mess at the moment, the new stalks are slowly emerging from the ground. The guys were great. They assured me they wouldn’t harm one bit of the peony patch, as I call it. And they didn’t.

Lots of activity, lots of machinery. But they got it all done in about 90 minutes or so.

I was more excited about all this than was my husband, who kept on reading a book of poetry. I’m afraid I’m a little bit like Gladys Kravitz of Bewitched, always watching what’s happening on my little stretch of road, trying to figure out what’s going on at any given moment. I think that’s why I love Hitchcock’s Rear Window  so much. It’s an excellent thriller, but what I totally get is living in an apartment in a big city, watching the life that goes on around you, noticing when there’s a light on in a window, watching people come and go – you know what I mean. I’ve lived in many city apartments and I was always curious about the lives of other tenants.

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I also did a little work outside for the first time this year. Huzzah! I didn’t do much, knowing that I had to take it slowly, but I cleaned up all the stray sticks and small branches that had fallen during the winter. I raked up the many bean pods that dropped from the catalpa tree. And I started to clean out a tiny section of the big garden bed. I’m doing that very slowly because the temps have gone down to near, but not quite, freezing the last couple of nights and I don’t want to remove the leaf mulch yet.

Then Don and I drove to a market that sells Valencia Oranges, because he is suddenly into making fresh orange juice. (He loved those oranges we brought home from Florida.) We stopped at the bookstore because it’s right across the street and he bought a couple of books of Billy Collins’ poetry. I got a magazine – rare – and the first Harry Hope mystery by Jo Nesbo. I haven’t read any of his books but I’ve heard nothing but good things about them, so I figured it was time to read one.

But first I have to finish The Girl on the Train  by Paula Hawkins. I avoided this one for a long time because of the constant comparisons to Gone Girl, which as you might remember, I disliked intensely. But one of the literary staff at Hartford Stage told me I should read it. As did Darko. (But he liked Gone Girl.) Anyway, I checked it out of my library and I’m about half-way through it. The female characters are rather hard to like, though I find myself liking them a bit more as I go on, and the story is quite compelling. I already sense it isn’t as manipulative as Gone Girl, thank goodness, though there is the same sort of emotional distancing from the protagonist. I’ll report back when I finish.

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Lest you think I’m always happy, always full of gratitude, let me assure you I have my bad days. Tuesday was such a day. I woke up feeling out of sorts. My allergies were bad. I ran several errands, one of which was visiting our little library. On the way up the drive I realized it was the first time I’d been there since Scout died and I immediately flashed on the walks we took her on during the last year of her life. She loved that downward sloping driveway because it allowed her to lope on the way down, something that was increasingly hard for her to do on a flat surface. But after that time in Hartford when she galloped around the park, I wanted her to have that experience again. She was always so joyful in those moments, even though she would be very tired when we got home.

Then I walked in the door and Don wasn’t here and the house was empty and she wasn’t there to greet me and I was incredibly sad for the rest of the day.

We wrote that message on the chalkboard on the day Scout died. It’s been there ever since.

There are good days and there are bad days.

Happy Thursday.

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Filed Under: books, garden, gardening, reading, Scout 48 Comments

Caroline Wants Equal Time

April 13, 2016 at 9:01 am by Claudia

Yesterday, as I was wandering around the downstairs, I thought I heard someone talking.

But Don wasn’t home and it wasn’t me, so how could that be?

Curious, I tried to find the source. As I moved nearer to the den, the voice grew louder.

I might have guessed. It was Caroline and she wasn’t happy. Once I got her to calm down and speak clearly, I understood. Apparently all these posts of mine about Roseville Pottery and my growing collection have ticked her off.

“Where are the photos of my  Roseville? And why do I only have four pieces?”

“Well, Caroline,” I said, “The answer to your second question is simply that it’s very, very hard to find miniature Roseville Pottery. There is only one source and I think I’ve found all I can find.”

She wasn’t happy.

I quickly interjected, “But I can take a few photos of your Roseville and some of your other pottery. I’ll post them tomorrow, okay?”

This seemed to do the trick. At least, for now.

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There you go, Caroline. She does have some pretty pieces, doesn’t she? Like me, she prefers to display them, rather than actually use them to hold flowers. “They’re works of art,” she says. “They don’t need flowers.”

Left to right: Bleeding Heart vase, White Rose vase, Columbine vase and Fuchsia vase. (These are exact replicas of life-sized Roseville vases, by the way. I looked them up in my reference books.)

She urged me to take more pictures.

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She loves this vase in the den. Barbara gave it to her.

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And she loves the pottery in her cabinet. Although I should urge her to straighten that cream colored vase on the right. It’s going to tip over.

Am I stating the obvious here when I say that Caroline seems to be modeling her collection after mine? Right down to the Singing Bird? They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I guess I should be flattered.

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I used to have a couple of these Fiesta pitchers. I regret selling them.

Hmmm. I wonder if I should collect them again?

Then it would be me copying Caroline who originally copied me. If you know what I mean.

I wrote a post about beloved children’s author Beverly Cleary’s 100th birthday, which was yesterday. I’d love you to come by and share some of your favorite Beverly Cleary books with us.

Happy Wednesday.

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Filed Under: dollhouse, miniatures, pottery, Roseville pottery 42 Comments

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