“Men Without Chests” — Clueless, Heartless Elites

Our government doesn’t give a fig about us. They are out of touch with the average person’s way of life and live in their own elitist world.

This is why they are clueless and don’t care that $600 per person won’t even pay the rent in any state I know of. It may cover some utilities and it could be used for groceries, but that only takes care of a couple of needed items in order to survive.

Considering our government has been giving $1 trillion a day to banks, that tells me our government is more than able to give each person and/or family easily $5000/month until this pandemic and the recession/depression is gone.

Millions have lost their jobs, which also means many of them have lost their health insurance. A double whammy because of the stupid system of tying your healthcare to an employer. It not only puts the burden on the small and medium-sized employers, but most importantly, it makes a person in bondage to his/her employer because he/she can’t afford to be without healthcare.

It’s interesting to note, I saw a chart of other countries in the world compensating people because of what happened with Covid and the shut downs. Japan is paying 100% of the wages of their people, and other countries average 80% coverage.

The US–richest country on the planet? A big fat 0.

Disgraceful, unconscionable, disgusting, and simply inhumane. I’m embarrassed and angry.

Back to the stimulus joke. Due to the knowledge of the shelling out of a trillion dollars daily to banks, I think our government should have been doling out $5000/month for all Americans stating back in March. Instead, we have people suffering both health wise and economically, causing more deaths of despair and illnesses. It’s a disaster, it’s insanity, it’s inhumane.

I can’t get over how incredibly inhumane, arrogant, and worthless our government officials are. With the exception of a handful of them, they all need to go.

Just learning now that Trump hasn’t signed the bill but rather wants the bill reworked. This is good, but it doesn’t change my view on our government’s actions during these crises. However, I will hold out some hope that the next stimulus will actually be focused on the American people instead of unnecessary foreign aid and our government officials’ own special interests.

You always have to have hope.

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Winter Wonder

Winter brings intricate crystals tumbling quietly in a showery white veil toward the ground, speckling my hair.

A vivid, glistening tree stands like an imposing, beautiful green tower in the den that is situated in front of the picture window for neighbors to enjoy. The fresh minty scent of the ornate tree wafts through the air.

A cozy fire in the hearth, embraces me in its warmth and light.

Childhood memories encapsulate me like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

Bursting with excitement, I hold onto my sled and glide speedily down powdery hills. The whoosh of the crisp, tingly winter air brushes my face, and I feel a sense of complete freedom.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I sip a mug of hot, steamy chocolate, with tiny marshmallows floating on top, sometimes burning the roof of my mouth.

Outside, thin naked trees are lined up like matchsticks. Their bony branches hold empty nests, disheveled and lonely. The feathered fowls have flown south.

Jagged walls of icicles hang from the eaves, barring my view through the window, a reminder of the bitter cold tidings of the elongated winter.

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A Silent Spirit of the Season

On Friday, against all odds — questionable weather, my shoulder injury, and the unpredictability of Covid rules in various states — I’d planned to pile my sons, our suitcases, and me into my vehicle and take a two-day road trip to go and stay with my mom at her house in Louisiana for Christmas.

But it seems it wasn’t meant to happen this year.

Before finishing loading up my car, snow began to fall.

The snowflakes tumbled down in ever-increasing clusters. The street was covered in less than a half hour, and the white crystals continued to cartwheel to the ground with a windswept flourish.

In the midst of this sudden swirly veil of fluff, I was stowing the last items in the back of my car.

Unfortunately, there were patches of ice covered by the fresh snow around the sides and back of my vehicle.

I slipped and fell, my fuzzy-gloved hands landing on the ground, having nothing to grasp, while trying to keep my sneakers from sliding so that I didn’t end up on my knees.

I’d stretched out my injured right shoulder, my gloved hand gripping at anything I could find. All my weight was on my right shoulder, and my muscles were so tense, holding me in place, my body ached.

My son was standing next to me, and I was able to grab hold of his jeans, then use my left arm to pull myself up.

I think my son was afraid to grab hold of my right arm. It may have caused more harm to my shoulder.

A little backstory. I’d just gotten an MRI two Mondays ago that showed I had two small tears in my rotator cuff.

It explained why I’d not totally healed since I injured it by repetitive work (my writing, of course, and probably my posture to a certain extent) back in mid-May. I’d gone through weeks of PT and had a steroid shot in June. But the sports doctor didn’t know about the tears. The ultrasound, x-ray, and CT scan didn’t detect them.

This past Tuesday, I met with the sports doctor. I am to get another steroid shot on January 5 and follow it up with four more weeks of healing PT. He said the type of tears I have should be able to heal without surgery. From the other patients he’s had with this similar injury, he believes I should graduate from these treatments after the PT.

I sure hope so.

So, as you can imagine, I was a wreck, worried over perhaps making my shoulder worse with that fall and having put so much pressure on my shoulder.

I went back into the house and iced up, then took Advil.

My son called my mother and let her know we wouldn’t be making it to her house for Christmas. 😦

It broke our hearts, knowing how much she wanted to spend Christmas with us, her being alone at her home.

So, this Christmas will be very quiet, with my sons and I. We will put up our small Christmas tree due to our mischievous, young cats, and watch our usual Christmas movies this week.

Most certainly, our favorite Christmas movie, It Happened on Fifth Avenue, will be watched on Christmas Day.

I plan to attempt to make a roast beef in a crock pot, and make gravy, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and vegetables for the Christmas dinner. Cranberry sauce will make its usual appearance.

We’ll feast on the roast beast and fill our bellies later with chocolate chip pumpkin cookies with a dab of whipped cream and maybe even a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Why not?

This has been an incredibly hard year for me and my family, with health issues, injuries, personal struggles of faith and severed relationships.

But in the midst of this trying year, there was also the pinnacle event of my debut novel, Passage of Promise, published on May 1. A bright beam of light in the darkness.

But I know the four things I love the most will always be there: God, Family, Friends, and my Writing.

I’ve learned this year that health is even more vital than I’d thought. And I hope that once all of this separation and unexpected illnesses/injury have passed away, I will work harder on strengthening bonds with my loved ones and treasure life even more.

Life is short, and my sons, mom, sister, nieces, nephew, friends, God, and my writing are what I live for.

So many blessings. So much to be thankful for.

May God give me precious time to turn to Him every day and show gratitude for His gifts through love and creating stories that fill people’s hearts with joy and profound experiences.

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