I’m a bit late with this, but the thoughts have been circulating in the old cranium, so I figured I better get them out so I can be prepared for the next onslaught of “current events.”
Do you remember doing that in school? I think it was Social Studies with Mrs.—oh criminy. I cannot remember her name. Well, I remember her first name. It was Shirley. And she wore a blonde wig. And my classmates were convinced she had posed for Playboy as a centerfold in her past. (Playboy seemed all the rage back then. The troublesome kids bragged about it. The daring wanna-be-troublesome kids tried to hang with them. The completely-clueless-and-never-will-have-a-clue kids just wondered what the heck everyone was going on and on about. What’s a centerfold? Is that like a centerpiece? Yes, I was what one might call a tad bit naïve. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. There are certain topics that are simply not necessary for people of that age………..in my very humble opinion. And since this is my blog, and I’m babbling about the things in my life, I get to state my opinion. And if you don’t like it—my opinion OR my blog for that matter—then get on yer’ horse cowboy and ride off into the sunset. Don’t be hangin’ around here bitchin’ about what you read. Noone’s holding a gun to yer head makin’ ya click on this page. There. I’ve said my piece.)
Now, as usual, I digress.
Where was I? Ah yes. Mrs. Shirley………….KLINGINSMITH!!!!! Ah ha! I got it. I am NOT losing my marbles after all. Eighth grade Social Studies teacher. Whew. I’ve still got it after all.
Anyhoo. We had to find an article from the newspaper, cut it out, staple it to a page of looseleaf notebook paper and write about it. It was called “Current Events” and happened every Friday I think. Or was it Monday? I’m going to let that one go. I’ve done my mental memory gymnastics for the morning and remembered her name.
The paper in those days was the Greeley Tribune. And let me tell you–that was a newspaper. Lots of pages. A columnist to make your sides ache after you read him (Mike Peters, man he was good). And big, heavy newspaper pages. It was really “reading the paper.” Have you seen it these days? Sheesh. The pages are almost cut in half width-wise. The paper is flimsy. There are more pictures than words. And it’s nearly as thin as the daily Steamboat Springs paper. What gives?
Progress, you say. Changing times, you say. Bah humbug, I say. Bring back the old days. I like a heavy, beefy newspaper to spread out and crinkle while you’re trying to make it easier to get to the next page to follow the story. I want Mike Peters. Those were the days when the school lunch menu for the week was printed on Sunday. The TV guide was also there, for each day/night!! Course, and I’m dating myself here, that was before the advent of cable. And lord love a duck but now there’s satellite (and god knows what else…I’m frightfully out of the loop up here, on the side of a mountain, in the middle of nowhere) and umpteen bazillion channels to choose from. No wonder that’s not in the paper anymore.
Good grief Charlie Brown. I’ve done it again. I digressed to the state of the newspaper today.
OK. Let me get my marbles all lined up again and see if I can remember what I needed to empty out of the braincase.
Ah yes, current events that are perhaps a day or two old.
First and foremost, in the category of “DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT???”
~Pope Francis mentioned something or other about the economy and the need to take care of the poor and…wait for this folks….TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS DOESN’T WORK!!! I truly love this guy. I loved him when he was first voted in as the new Pope. I loved him the next day when he eschewed the hotel suite and stayed in the hostel. I loved him when I heard he went to the desk to pay his own bill. I loved him when I read he had no need of the red shoes, nor the papal suite in the Vatican, instead choosing a spartan apartment. But now I REALLY love this guy, because he’s calling like it is. No duh the trickle-down economics doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked in years. I’m not sure if it ever worked. Sorry Ronnie. It wasn’t a good idea then. It isn’t a good idea now. Thank you Pope Francis.
(Now, that was a paraphrase of his words. I’m waiting to purchase a copy of his entire manuscript to see what other gems he has hidden in there. I think this Pope will revolutionize the Catholic church. I feel I have just the tiniest bit of authority to write on this as I was raised in the Catholic church. I know of what I speak when I say that the church must come forward into the 21st century or risk becoming a monolith of the past. Again, my opinion, my blog…yada, yada, yada.)
~Nelson Mandela. I will say I must have missed this part. The part about how the conservatives in this country are all torqued about the tributes being paid to Mr. Mandela. The part about him being branded a terrorist by the United States due to his association with the ANC. I need to do a bit more research to ferret out the details of that, but I’m wondering why the United States felt it necessary to ignore the native people of South Africa and side with a bunch of wealthy, white landowners. Oh, I think I answered my own question there. Hmmmm, things to ponder. Whatever. A great man has died. A man who said things such as this, “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.” Doesn’t quite sound like a terrorist to me, but then what do I know?
~This just out: President Obama shook the hand of Raul Castro at the service for Nelson Mandela. Right wing talking heads to explode in 3-2-1. Perhaps, maybe, I’m just sayin’, the atmosphere at a service for a man who was imprisoned for 27 years who then spoke about leaving bitterness and hate behind was a sign that peace is the ultimate goal. Peace and love and compassion and kindness. It was a kind gesture. Leave it at that. Because then he went on, in his speech at the service, to condemn those countries who deny their inhabitants basic human rights. So see, the man (President Obama) is not stupid. He knows what he’s doing.
~Seems there’s some ice and snow in parts of the country that usually have ice in their drinks and see snow when they watch “White Christmas.” I do feel bad for them, and I am in no way, shape, or form making fun of them. Not knowing how to deal with sheets of ice on the road, when you’ve never driven on it before, is downright frightening. Hopefully their lives get back to normal sometime soon, and there can be eggs and bread and milk back in the grocery stores. I went to the store in Laramie last night and was grateful as I loaded my basket with food to eat. How fortunate are we?
There were some other ‘current events’ that begged my attention, but as the swirling in the skull has slowed to a manageable intensity, I find I must turn to the next order of business. School. We’re late already (of course, we’re always late getting started) and we need to bake a bazillion Christmas cookies this afternoon. So…on to the land of Ancient Rome, spelling, vocabulary (Latin word roots), the 34th president and maybe exploding some more crystals in the chemistry lab a.k.a. my kitchen. (See pictures below of the latest experiment. I recommend you do try this at home–super fun.)
OH YES! I just remembered. Thomas Jefferson!!! Actually, this will have to wait. There’s so much to say there and I’m already getting twitchy looking at the word count for this post. So more on that at a later day.