Against the Wind

But for one bowl of turkey soup, the leftovers of the holiday are gone. I’ve had a day absolutely alone today. No kids no grandkids, no nothing. A bit lonely that. My head has bounced here and there. I keep trying to sort out vague memories and recollections.

My aunt Ann was the first girl born, or more accurately first surviving girl from eight children. She was the one who was her mother’s helpmate, because that’s what an oldest daughter did in a houseful of kids. My mother said her early memories of life at the Swifts was “Ann do this, Ann do that.” Ann graduated with a degree in Christian Music or whatever that degree is called, and directed choir at some church.

While driving to the service one Sunday, she spun out on ice in Mohawk park, and fell out of the car hitting her head. She was in a coma for weeks and months, and miraculously regained consciousness, but she never “was right” again. She had to relearn everything. Part of her recovery was at our house because she became so angry and bitter with her Mother that she had to go somewhere else to try to recover. Whatever mechanism she’d used to stay happy in her lot in life was gone.

Today I was resorting stuff from my past and finding some odd, non fitting bits in there. Some of the memories if they correspond to reality, make me have to reconsider, relocate where my past really lies. There are some really good stories there, but I’ve got to get farther away from the resorting before I can use them as grist for the mill. I can only use them in fiction, because to be honest, I don’t know what really happened, I only see shadows in my behavior through my life. Writing has rather ground to a halt.

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One of the claims of the rightosphere is that the environmentalism has morphed into a religion. I always thought it a bit stretched as a claim, but this is an interesting explanation. Keep it down on kids level, and I too can understand. I’m still agnostic as to whether it rises to the level of a religion, but many of the practitioners are zealots.

Proverbs 10:16

The labour of the righteous tendeth to life: the fruit of the wicked to sin.

And in the Environmentalism, That says

The labor of the good cares for Mother Earth; the wicked strip mine.

My objection to Christianity was always the prosceletizing. It seems that telling people how they should and ought to do things is just to take their responsibility away from them. Environmentalist types sure do want to tell me what I must and should do. I’ve always objected to being forced or pressured. And don’t get me started on the food police! Ladies watch you like hawks and let you know what you should and shouldn’t eat.

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