Uncontained Thoughts

I have tried to get my thoughts to conform to my will, but it is no use. The world is too big, too threatening to have easy thoughts take up residence. I try to shut off as much news as possible but it is everywhere.

I reflect on the easy way my life has unfolded. I have been poor by some standards, but even then, never really did without all I needed to live with the things I needed to survive. I have never been homeless, never had to see my children go to bed hungry, and never had to flee the place I call home for fear of death. I never had to strike out on my own with my children, looking at the men in my family and not knowing if I would ever see them again.

Globally we have been here before. Too many times. Too much war and too much bloodshed are on the hands of the relatively small number of people who seem to rule the world.

I cannot imagine fleeing to a border country begging for help. My mind goes to how many America has turned away. I cannot imagine sleeping in a stranger’s home or in a shelter holding my children and trying to alleviate their fears. Do they speak the same language? Little conveniences like clothes and underwear and toothbrushes and family photos may be burdens too heavy to carry. Families are broken apart and those unable to flee may now be lying in the streets.

I am watching as we the privileged complain about the rising cost of gas and going out to eat and not being required to wear a mask. We still argue about a shot that could save lives. The truth is we will all be impacted by the fear, greed, history, and politics that pave the way with justifications for war.

Democracy allows for protest and complaints, but it was not long ago we all witnessed our own attack on that same beloved democracy by our own citizens.

It is a precious and precarious world we live in and perhaps this is why my brain will not allow me to shut these thoughts off. We must care.


SoCS – The Rest of the Story

It’s that time again. Linda challenges us to think and write on our feet – Stream of Consciousness Style. If you are curious what SoCS is all about, check out Linda’s post for all the details. Join the fun while you are there.

Today’s prompt is as follows:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rest.” Use it any way you like. Enjoy!

If you are near my age and grew up in the States, then my subject line most likely triggered a memory for you.

Paul Harvey was an American Radio Broadcaster. He is a case of ‘sometimes life is better when you don’t know everything.’ I will explain more on that later.

He did a radio segment known as “The Rest of the Story”.  The segment consisted of a short story about a person or event and then at the end the story would end with a surprising twist. Then Harvey would conclude with his trademark phrase “And now you know the rest of the story”.

The story I recall most of all was a story about someone who crawled into a nuclear reactor where the fuel rods had suffered a partial meltdown. This person, with a team of other highly trained individuals, would each be lowered into the reactor for 90 second intervals to clean the reactor. The man was former President, Jimmy Carter.

Paul Harvey was very right wing and today, as an adult, I would object to him and the company he kept. But as a kid I was oblivious to that and I loved listening to his radio segments – the non-news segments of course. He was revealed to be friends with Joseph McCarthy and J. Edgar Hoover and rumored to be involved with some members of a very well known hate group.

Sometimes, knowing all the details about someone tarnishes your memories. And that, my friend, is truly the rest of the story..


#FibbingFriday – 02/25/2022

It’s that time again. Put on your best lying face and see what whoppers you can tell. Fibbing Friday is hosted by Frank this week over at his blog Thoughts and Theories. The questions this week made me smile and I need the lift, so let’s go!

  • In the world of international finance, what do the abbreviations, USD and GBP stand for?
    • Much like organized crime, these bank terms have hidden meanings. United Scam Developers and Generating Big Profits.
  • What exactly is cryptocurrency?
    • Currency so secret that no one understands it. Cryptographers are working to solve the riddle and create financial freedom for everyone! I do not recommend holding your breath.
  • What is the difference between stocks and bonds?
    • Stocks are torture devices and bonds, well…consult your 50 Shades book.
  • What is meant by a “bull” market?
    • It is the term used when your financial advisor hands you a lot of bull about your financial security.
  • What is meant by a “bear” market?
    • It’s the feeling you get when you can no longer bear to watch your money slipping away…
  • What is a stock split?
    • It is the act of ripping your stock certificates to shreds when your investments go down the toilet.
  • What exactly is crowdfunding?
    • It is an insider term for making your living off the money of others.
  • What is a pension?
    • The name of a retirement which will be worth pennies when you finally get around to retiring.
  • What is a 401(k)?
    • It is a retirement system designed when businesses decided they did not want to “profit share” their profits.
  • What is day trading?
    • It is your retirement job as an EBay seller selling all the stuff you bought while you were gainfully employed.


I Am Not Supposed to ‘Stand with Ukraine’

Last night as I perused social media, I ran across people pushing this idea for various reasons.

The first reason stated that “standing with Ukraine” was meaningless. It does nothing, therefore it is an empty sentiment.

The second was that Ukraine’s government is not a much better  than Russia’s.

The third (and last because I reached my tolerance threshold) was that it was typical of Americans. We do not care about the millions of babies we kill but we care about Ukraine.

Insert eyerolls here.  🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

You may not like my wording, but I will stand with or care for or show empathy for anyone I choose. I cannot stop it, but I can care for those who stand in harm’s way. When we lose the ability to care for other human beings, we have lost our collective soul.

I have the ability to care for multiple things at the same time. It isn’t difficult.

End of rant.


Throwback Thursday #27 – Career Dreams

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren took us back to family vacations last week. This week we are here to talk about those childhood dreams that may or may not have come to fruition.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Career Dreams

A few weeks ago we talked about role models and mentors. Today the challenge is to think back and try to remember the careers you once imagined for yourself as a child.

So many children dream of wanting to be a teacher, or a doctor, or astronaut. Some of those dreams we might achieve, and some drift to the wayside. I remember years ago when my daughter told me she either wanted to be a doctor or a babysitter! Such variety!

These questions might spark a memory or two:

  1. Do you remember what you first wanted ‘to be’ when you grew up?
  2. Any idea what inspired that dream?
  3. What ‘job’ did you most emulate in play?
  4. Did you have any idea what salary or pay you thought you would have?
  5. Were there careers you knew you did NOT want to do?
  6. Were you ever encouraged to follow in the footsteps of a family member?
  7. Were you ever urged to join a family business?
  8. Were you ever discouraged from a particular field? If so, why?
  9. Did you have a Career Fair at school?
  10. As an adult looking back, do you ever wish you had taken the direction of your childhood dreams?

My post follows:

Thinking back, other than fantasy play (cowboys and Indians – not politically correct I know, but it was what I saw on television) the only career oriented play I remember was being a dentist. I had one of those rubber-like dolls designed to take a baby bottle. I found it perfect to transplant teeth into. I would take straight pins from my grandmother’s sewing box and push them into the doll’s mouth. Up she went on a stack of pillows beside a pole lamp. With my father’s pliers, I would slowly pull out all of her teeth. Voila!

My parents had lackluster jobs as far as I was concerned. They were blue-collar workers who seemed to be tired and their energy spent most of the time. Those manufacturing jobs were never on my radar although I did work in some factories along the way out of necessity.

I always wrote. From the first poem I ever wrote (’The Cookie Jar’) I knew writing would always be part of me. I have written (in my old blog) before about learning the word ‘abode’ and falling in love with it. I never saw writing as a career though. The same with art. I always drew, but never considered it as a career either. It just seemed a part of me like an arm or a leg.

I fancied myself a fashion designer when I was in elementary school. I remember pages and pages of oddly shaped people I drew and for whom I fashioned clothes.  I think I realized early on fashion design was not to be ‘my thing’. 

I had thoughts of becoming an elevator operator. Those women in the department stores running those elevators with what seemed to be gilded doors seemed like the height of luxury to me. I have written about that as well.

In junior high (7th through 9th) I decided I wanted to be an archaeologist. Egypt and the pyramids fascinated me. I am not sure when I fell out of favor with that idea. Then I decided becoming a diamond cutter would be perfect! At least until I learned any mistakes made would be my financial responsibility. I think that idea helped to dissuade me.

By the time I was a junior in high school (11th) my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It changed everything. Not only was I being asked to consider the very real likelihood of losing my mother, but it was also nearing time for deciding about a career. There was no money for college and our family needed money. I decided to follow in the footsteps of my other three siblings and join the military. I have written about that journey (here) if you did not read it the first time around. It became one of my most popular posts for that time period.

As far as salaries are concerned I never had any lofty goals. I do remember learning in the mid 1960s the presidential salary at the time was $100,000. I could never imagine that kind of money! My first job as a waitress was 90¢ an hour plus tips so I fell a little short of $100K. Thankfully I progressed a little further throughout my IT career.

Looking back I did okay. I never made it to Egypt but our history buried in the earth still intrigues me. I never made it into training to be a diamond cutter, but I did finally take lapidary classes and learned to cut simple facets in semi-precious stones. There is something magical about turning a rock into a stone suitable for setting into a piece of jewelry.