Tomorrow will be Thanksgiving, and I hope we all have a lot to be thankful for. Usually by this time of year I’m saying to myself, “I can’t believe how quickly this year has gone by.” Instead, this year I’m saying, “I can’t believe how long this year has been.” It has certainly been a difficult year for everyone on our planet, but we still have a lot to be thankful for. Vaccines and effective medications to treat the covid virus are being developed, and the nasty politics should be finished soon. Even though many of us can’t gather with family for the holidays, we can keep in touch with each other through the internet. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day even if you can’t be with loved ones physically. And may next year be shorter than 2020.
We live in difficult times, but things could be a lot worse.For example, when I was a kid my grandfather, who had been born in the 1800s, lived with us.One day I told him sadly, “I think you love my brother more than me.”He replied, “Of course I do. He’s a boy and you’re only a girl.”“What do you mean, only a girl? I asked.“Boys are better than girls just as men are better than women. There’s nothing a woman can do that a man can’t do better.”“But, what about cooking and sewing?”“Women can only do those things well enough for home. The professional chefs and taylors are all men.”“What about having babies?”“We don’t talk about that.” He walked away.
Barbara Bockman has written an exciting book for kids about an intriguing mystery. The two main characters, James and Thomas, come from very different backgrounds and hostile family relationships, but the mystery can only be solved if they work together. This is the kind of story kids, especially boys, will love.
When I was a kid people often asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. From the time my newborn brother was brought home and I got to hold him I knew I wanted to be a mommy when I grew up. I learned to read well by second grade (that’s another story) and decided I wanted to be an author when I grew up. Later, I decided to have a victorian house and fill it full of kids. I planned the family I would have: a boy named Robert and three girls named Christine Elizabeth, Evelyn Ruth, and Anastacia Joy. Well, I did become a writer and I did become a mother, get a victorian house, and fill it full of kids. My husband and I raised three Deaf foster sons and one birth daughter and I had a family daycare home in that house for many years. All my dreams came true, but none of them exactly as I had imagined.
I’ve seen quite a few posts lately about the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989. Here’s something to remember about it. Part of the Bay Bridge between San Francisco and the East Bay and part of the freeway in the collapsed due to the earthquake. It happened during commuting time and, normally, more than 200 cars would have been driving on that par of the freeway and more on the bridge. I knew several people who ‘should’ have been in one of those places but, due to various unpleasant events, weren’t able to be driving there at the usual time. Two local teams had made it to the World Series that year, and were playing in San Francisco so hundreds of people who would normally have been commuting had gone to the game instead. I think of the players in other teams who messed up so their teams lost games and didn’t make it to the World Series that year. So when bad things happen, we never know if they might be preventing something worse.
Once upon a time there was a handsome man with a good job. He married a beautiful wife, they had two wonderful children, and lived happily ever after. The End.Boring!As an author I know if there’s no conflict, there’s no plot. This year, 2020, has one of the most exciting plots in the history of the world.Since we now know what’s going on all over the planet, we’re aware of things happening in distant places as people weren’t in the past. But, even just in the USA, there has never been so many major problems in the same year.We’re enduring a major epidemic, racial riots, nasty politics, economic problems, fires, and hurricanes.At least we haven’t had any major earthquakes, an atomic war, or an invasion by creatures from outer space.I hope the drama we’re experiencing has a happy ending and next year we can get our excitement from reading books.
Lots of babies were born about nine months after the start of World War II. They called them “war babies” and a rumor said men got their wives pregnant because they thought that would keep them from getting drafted, so they were unpatriotic.The real reason was that people got so emotional because of what was happening.That makes me wonder if we can expect a lot of babies to be born toward the end of this year – or even sooner – because of all the stress people are dealing with due to the Covid-19 virus, racial riots, nasty politics, economic problems, fires, and hurricanes.On the other hand, maybe people are reluctant to bring babies into this sorry world.It will be interesting to see what happens..
I’ve been having some computer problems and discovered they were because my computer’s memory is full. Tomorrow I’ll be getting a new one with a much bigger memory and will have everything transferred from this computer to the new one. I don’t know how long that will take, so if I’m offline for a few days, that will be the reason.