I can understand how it is a little disconcerting to have a valued part of your day, like reading my blog, suddenly just disappear. Confusion sets in. Worry begins. Was it that snarky comment? Should flowers be sent to a hospital? A funeral home? What the heck is going on?
To my friend at Lost Property Repository and others who have been distressed by my absence, I offer my apologies. I am one of those sensitive souls who need a lot time in reflection to sort and understand my thoughts before I
speak write. These are interesting times for those of us in the USA.
For me personally, life has been dominated by change. The decision to move to our current location or to Belize, a place we have never been, but sounds way cool and far away from our current political climate.
But the decision was made. We are settling, and exploring. This place is as new for us as Belize would have been. We search new stores for the items we need. We travel new streets, and towns. We are lost, but very happy to be here. Still, moving is a major stress of life, and cold sores and sleeplessness have been challenges.
Awake in the middle of the night may seem the perfect time to write, but actually reading is a challenge, and the Trump twitter feed always offers a jolt of more things needing a thoughtful response. Truth is, I am tired of thinking. I want to explore, have fun, and not think.
I have this little bird on my shoulder, call her my sister, who tells me to keep my thoughts to myself and quotes to me our mother saying, “This too shall pass.” On the other shoulder is an angel, call him my dad saying, “April, you have to do something, it is up to you. Do something!”
For the first time since I came of age to vote in 1973, I have people who shun me, because of our differing political opinions. If you only want to hear your own opinion, don’t talk to me! I take your offer of your opinion as an invitation to share mine. Others seem to find this distressing.
In church a few weeks ago, a really nasty comment was made about Democrats. The sound of me sucking my breath ricocheted around the room. I had every intention of just holding my breath, until the person next to me said, “April has something to say.”
She sat back, and I went in HOT!!! This was no thoughtful, reasoned, tempered statement. This was pure, visceral, uncensored anger. My head exploded, and I left none standing.
I am sick of hearing others demonize Democrats, aka liberals. We only want to make life better for others. That’s it! The men, and several women, in my family have served in every branch of service, and in every war this country has fought, including the American revolution. My opinion is as valuable as any.
Someone brought up taking a knee during the anthem, because that statement wasn’t enough. I complimented President Trump’s skillful changing the subject from a peaceful protest for social justice to respect for the flag. There was some more back and forth, that ended with me saying, “If you want people to stand for the flag, you have to do something about social justice.” My remarks were punctuated with a resounding pound of the table, just like my Dad.
I was the new kid. They all know each other. One of them should have spoken up and ended the political conversation. I went back a couple weeks later, and it seemed to me that a few people were actively avoiding us. Now, I’m not sure I ever want to go back.
Also, we did pass around our name card to everyone we met. They all have our phone number, e-mail address, and home address. Not one person has reached out to us.
This experience got me thinking about the differences between liberals and conservatives. I will write about that tomorrow.
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