Or maybe it’s a bra, a chemise, or a pair of stockings. For me, when I need a boost of confidence on a special day, I have a pair of Power Panties.

They’re not fancy. They’re just a regular old pair of Hanes cotton bikini panties.

But they’re black. And when I wear them I strut with a certain extra swagger.

No one but me knows I’m wearing them. I think that’s part of the power. Not that anyone much gives any thought to my underwear, but I’m pretty sure most would peg me for a plain white panties kind of girl. If they only knew about my black racers…

Well, I guess if they ever read this post they will.

This week the Power Panties will be called into action. I have my first doubles tennis match ever. I need a little extra confidence and sass. My black Power Panties can deliver!

But I’m also going to pair them with my black sport’s bra. I rarely wear the two together because, while my Power Bra is powerful, it doesn’t give me as much vim as the Power Panties do.

However, when they’re combined….watch out! Talk about a power boost!

Now if we end up not playing a bunch of crafty old “Blue Hairs,” as the part of my team that played last week dubbed the old ladies they played against and got absolutely schooled (and smoked) by, I’ll be in good shape.

(That was a really funny story last week. My team is all 30 and 40 something women. The team last week was all retirees of 60 and 70 somethings. No one on my team even won a set. Didn’t even come close.)

This week we play Hillwood. (Each week we play different teams representing different parts of the city.) From what I’ve heard Hillwood represents the upper crust of Nashville’s society. I should expect full makeup and 10-carat diamond ring bling because that’s how those Hillwood ladies customarily roll. Oh, and I should expect a whoppin’. Like the Blue Hairs, they were also the clear winners of all their matches last week.

All I can say is, my Power Panties are clean and ready to be called into action. Win, lose or draw, my Power Panties will have me up for the challenge!

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The Thing About PIAs…

Posted by: courtin Nonfiction Life
14
Apr

…is that they’re their own worst enemies.

Oh, and in case you’re not clear on what a PIA is, it’s Pain In the Ass.

Sometimes it’s only a temporary condition. I can be a PIA to Wayne when it’s Moody Cooties time. (You know, when Aunt Flow’s due to visit?) He can be a PIA when he’s working too many hours.

But then there are those people who are permanently (and IMO irreversibly) afflicted with PIA Syndrome. I had to deal with one of those yesterday.

I knew she was going to be trouble from the get go. She’s a very uptight, controlling person who believes she’s more important than she is. And everything’s got to be done a certain way (hers) and she must have a say in how things are orchestrated even when she really shouldn’t.

Like when she’s a guest blogger on my blog. It’s my terms, bitch. Deal with it.

Anyway, normally I’m way too laid back to be bothered much by so much intensity. I’m pretty good at smoothing over ruffled feathers (even ones that are determined to always have something to be ruffled about), but when it’s Moody Cooties time my patience flies out the window.

Yesterday she was all about the drama, and the thing of it is…she was creating it all. Instead of stepping back and giving someone the benefit of the doubt that they (me) knew what they (I) was talking about because it is my blog and I know a thing or two about it, she jumped on the accusations.

“It’s wrong. This is the right link.”

I tried to politely explain that, no, that was not the right link. The original one was.

“But it’s not centering or pulling up right. It’s all wrong and all my people from East Coast to West can’t see it. Stop promoting it. There’s no point if it’s not right.”

Excuse me? You better back up the bus, Martha, and get a better ‘tude with me. I ain’t got time to be dealing with that kind of nonsense.

Normally I would’ve, though. I would’ve coddled and placated her until I could get the matter clear. We might even have a good laugh about it.

But yesterday I had an extremely busy day. I was also stressed because it was a three month oncologist check-up day.

“What ifs” plague me when I have to go for check-ups. And to boot while I was there Aunt Flow decided to land. (She didn’t full on arrive until I got home thankfully, but the pains had already flared.)

So my mental state was pretty keyed up for a change. That’s why when I got a snarky email from Miss Intensity freaking out because she can’t understand the link I sent her WAS the right one, I snapped.

The link was not pulling up weird for me as she claimed it was. I would of course happily fixed it if I saw there was a problem. I don’t see it on my end therefor I don’t know what’s wrong or how to fix it for her.

But to have the nerve to tell me to stop promoting a link on my own site or via Twitter and Facebook? Step off!

That’s just poor policy. I won’t be dealing with that person anymore.

And I can bet others aren’t going to put up with that kind of nonsense either because most people aren’t as nice as I am. She’s shooting herself in the foot with her high maintenance PIA ways.

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For the last 20 years I’ve fretted about my weight. I’ve watched it do mostly nothing except go up. A few times I score a victory and see it drop for a bit.

But the trouble is I love food, I find a lot of pleasure in eating, and I detest counting calories. So the only watching of what I eat is watching it go in my mouth.

I’ve come up with a bunch of diet plan ideas the last few years. I’ve never stuck with them long enough to see if they’d work, but I’ve always thought if I could, I might find weight loss fame and fortune in addition to weight loss.

Here’s a few of my diet plans:

  1. THE FIVE MINUTE PLAN: Set a timer for five minutes. Eat whatever you want in those five minutes. Repeat three times a day. Have two one-minute snacks throughout the day. (The thinking is, “How much could you really eat in five minutes?” Surely this would limit calorie intake and help you lose weight.)
  2. THE SURVIVOR PLAN: I heard someone else talk about doing this once too, so it’s maybe not entirely fresh. (At least about eating like they do on Survivor somewhat. But the workout ideas are all mine.) THE FOOD PORTION: Eat only a cup of rice three times a day (tops) for 39 days. (If you can make out with only once or twice a day that’d probably help you lose weight faster.) You can also have coconut, mangos and bananas a couple times a day. THE WORKOUT PORTION: Like they do on the show, you can also have “Rewards” every once in a while. The Rewards are key to the exercise side of the equation of this diet plan. You want to do a lot of exercise. And having an “opponent” doing this plan would also be good. You can compete to see who wins the most weight lost every few days. Winner gets a predetermined award you’ve agreed on between yourselves. You can also compete in physical challenges: Whoever can walk the farthest in 30 minutes on a treadmill, whoever has the fastest time on a bike (stationary or otherwise), or even use the Wii and do Wii Fit things to see who has the youngest age or who gets higher scores on any of the aerobics or training games. If you don’t have anyone to compete against, you can modify some of the above for an individual and reward yourself if you reach your weight loss goal that week or get a certain score on certain Wii Fit Plus games.
  3. THE PANERA’S DIET: First it was Subway, now Taco Bell’s got one, but Panera’s is really the most obvious of all the “fast food” chains to have food that could help with weight loss. Think about it, if you eat Panera’s every day for every meal (because they do offer breakfast, lunch and dinner), and you lose weight, you could be the next fast food chain spokesperson to claim weight loss fame and fortune! The only downside is both Subway and Taco Bell are a little lighter on the pocketbook. Panera’s could cost as much as NutriSystems or Jenny Craig for the food. (Well, maybe not that much.) However, if you’re successful, it’ll probably translate into compensation eventually. Likely from being a paid Panera’s spokeperson.

What kind of diet plans have you ever envisioned? Have you ever tried any of them?

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My husband, who for all intents and purposes is the rational and logical one between us, believes in astrology. So do I, but it makes sense for me to. I’m the one with Gypsy Magick, tarot cards, and a dream journal camping out in my nightstand. He’s got sailing instruction manuals and copies of Investor’s Business Daily on his.

TWO VIRGOS

However, we’re both Virgos. As long as I can remember (meaning ever since we started dating back in 1986), he’s read his horoscope.

About 15 years ago, he started noticing something: whatever happens to him, happens to me (or vice versa). It was simply uncanny and unmistakable when the horoscope said we’d be experiencing X, we’d both experience X.

It might be a little bit different, but you could see the similarities. Someone would call me out of the blue, same thing with him. I’d have an issue with a family member or co-worker, so would he.

THE BLACK CLOUD

In 2008, I started noticing what I called a “black cloud” hovering over us. I even wrote about it when I still worked for Families.com. People had all kinds of suggestions for trying to get out from under it, and Wayne even thought I was attracting all the doom because I kept focusing on it.

However, in 2009 he got more into the astrology after I was diagnosed with cancer and again reiterated it had to be a black cloud. No way could someone be through all we’d gone through with my mom and sister in 2008, then five months later get cancer too without some kind of something being involved.

Guess what? I was right. There was a black cloud –well, more like a black planet. Wayne figured out Saturn was to blame.

THE BIG, BAD BLACK PLANET

Saturn had entered Virgo in 2007. That was a challenging year too. I spent half of it away from Wayne because he’d moved back to Florida to take a new job, which left me behind to try and sell the house. It was no fun.

Five months later the house was still not selling (or not for what we were willing to part with it for) and the new job was sucking it. He decided to move back and get his old job back. That was November 2007. Three months later my mom went down and next thing I knew I was moving her in with us to care for her.

We learned a lot of life lessons during those years. It forged us in ways we maybe haven’t even realized yet. When 2009 drew to a close we were celebrating because it also meant kissing Saturn goodbye. Bye, bye Black Planet, hello happy times are here again!

IT’S BAAAAAAAACK

But then we learned Saturn was going to pull a fast one on us. It wasn’t done with us yet and was going to come back into our lives for a brief stint in 2010.

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Today Wayne sent me a link explaining April was going to throw us a double whammy: Saturn moves back into Virgo for a 14 week stay starting April 7 and Mercury goes Retrograde (which poses problems for all signs) on April 18.

SENSE OF FOREBODING

The last few days I’ve had this bad feeling. A feeling that this nice, happy life we’ve been living lately, the one that so resembled our life pre-Black Cloud, was going to evaporate. Something “else” was going to happen and rain on our parade again.

I knew Saturn was going to affect us again, but I hadn’t paid attention to when. Here’s my head’s up that I need to buckle up and strap in for another bumpy ride.

But the good thing is it won’t last too long. Come July 21 we’ll be done with Saturn for another 36 years.

MORE ABOUT SATURN THE BIG, BAD, BLACK CLOUD PLANET

Even though I’m not too fond of Saturn because I associate it with cancer, trauma, alienation, and betrayal, astrologist Susan Miller sums up Saturn best: the teacher-taskmaster planet. (She also referred to living through Saturn influences as surviving the “cosmic bootcamp.” I thought that was so clever and perfect because that’s what it felt like!)

While it is true that Saturn will make you work hard and teach you many maturing life lessons, the gains you make during these rare Saturn cycles will be yours to keep forever. You’ll also be quite proud of your accomplishments, for those will be hard won, but worth the effort. Saturn brings stability and structure – we all need both on which to build our dreams. ~excerpt from Susan Miller’s Astrology Zone Virgo Horoscope for 2010~

Interestingly enough, the last time Saturn was in Virgo (before the 2007-2009 time, that is) was 1977-1980. Those years sucked balls for me too. It was when my parents broke up and the custody battle began.

ON THE UPSIDE

From April 1-24 is supposed to be a good time for travel at least. Great! Because 4/21-4/25 we’ll be down in Destin for a volleyball tournament. (It’s also supposed to be a good time to be with friends and for sports so that really has the promise of being the fun time we’re all anticipating it to be!)

Also, Susan Miller wrote that the last time (2007-2009) Saturn was in Virgo, all the “learning” (a.k.a. trauma) had to be handled alone. (Oh man have I never felt as alone as I did, especially from 2008-2009. However, it was curious learning that was also cosmically-influenced).

This time around when Saturn enters Virgo there will be an aspect that’s different: Jupiter in Pisces. This change means that there’ll be partners offering “good ideas and methods to inspire and assist you.” I’ll take it! (I hated that feeling of being so, so, so alone. It got better when I got cancer. Wayne’s love shined through and friends made it abundantly clear how they felt, but before that…very lonely time!)

Also, it’s just 14 weeks and the effects are not supposed to be as intense for birthdays in the earlier part of the sign. (Anything after Sept 17-23 though is supposedly in for a little stronger medicine. Apparently they didn’t get the “full effects” of Saturn’s wrath –er, I mean influence– the first time around because it left before it made it to their part of the charts to complete the cycle or something.)

However, my guard is now up because I’ve had this unsettled feeling lately. But unless it kills me, I’ve lived through hell. It did make me stronger. So, bring it, Saturn. I’m ready.

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People don’t always take me serious. In fact, usually they underestimate me. This used to make me absolutely fume! But now?

Bring it!

I love when people underestimate me. They don’t realize they’ve just given me a HUGE advantage and weakened themselves.

Why would I say that?

Because they’ve let their guard down. They’re not expecting anything from me. Big mistake. (a) Because I’m one of those who almost always does the opposite of what you’ll expect me to do, and (b) Hello? Are you that confident really? You probably shouldn’t be.You just gave me incentive to prove you wrong.

Anyway…it only took me almost 40 years to see how beneficial being underestimated is. But now that I know the secret? I actually am kind of disappointed when I’m taken seriously!

NEW MANTRA?

I saw this Tweet and loved it. In 20 words or less pretty much sums up what I said above.

RT @writomaniac: The one who underestimates me, will be underestimated one day, not by my words but by my deeds. #quotes #quoteswritomaniac

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Lately my cat Tabby has been acting nuts. She’s always been a bit more energetic than her brother Mr. Meow, but only because she was basically a kitten when I found her. Mr. Meow’s up there in age. (Going on 12 or 14, depending on how old he was when we took him in. We’ve had him over 10 years now. Tab just turned three.)

However, Tab’s really had no desire to escape outside whenever the door’s opened. That’s usually Mr. Meow’s trick. Lately, though, she’s all about getting out of the house.

I’ve learned over the years to pay attention when my pets act weird. It’s taken me years to do it, but since they’re behavior has indicated all sorts of things from snakes in the house to my mom’s impending stroke to detecting my cancer, yeah, I’m more inclined to try and figure out why they’re acting a certain way.

As I swept the floor this morning listening to the Today show and heard about yet another big earthquake, this time in Turkey, the light dawned over my head: maybe Tab’s behavior is an indicator of something much bigger than I realize.

Because she’s fine otherwise. She’s eating, playing, still loving on us. But she talks a lot more than ever, and her cries are almost desperate. And when we open the door, she just wants OUT! She only heads to the bushes and seems content to hang there.

Now I’m thinking it might not be physical or behavioral why she’s acting like she is. She’s got me thinking about how there’s a fault over near Memphis that runs up to St. Louis. It rocked the land a couple of hundred years back. Trouble was, things weren’t as populated back then. According to the show “It Could Happen Tomorrow” it would cause tremendous damage nowadays if it hit with the same force. We’re talking buildings as far as Chicago and Atlanta being affected.

I’m wondering if she’s sensing that? And that maybe she understands instinctively that being inside could be deadly.

Man, I sure hope I’m wrong and it’s just a matter of she’s got Spring Fever like never before!

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I had a hard time coming up with a title for this one. The one I picked had me thinking, “Are friends who sometimes put me down even really friends?”

Because sometimes they’re not even technically friends so much so as they are close acquaintances. Also, they don’t always do it. (Then they really wouldn’t be friends.) Sometimes they do it in very subtle, sneaky ways. And sometimes I wonder if they’re even aware they’re doing it at all. (Usually it’s pretty obvious they are.)

And what is it they’re doing exactly? Being judgmental mostly. Jealous sometimes. Copping a superiority complex others. Mostly they’re letting their insecurities show, though.

Not all my friends do it. Actually, the majority don’t. For the most part I’m surrounded by many warm, supportive and encouraging friends. Yet, for all of their positivity, I of course have to dwell on the offenses of a couple bad apples. (Which makes me mad at myself. I shouldn’t do that!)

The thing is, I don’t know how much it happens to other people. It doesn’t seem like it happens to Wayne all that much. But for some reason it feels like I inspire it in people.

Like at volleyball. I’m not that good of a player. But I’m not that bad either. I’m decent. I know what to do. The trouble is I don’t always move my body to get it done.

But some people feel the need to point out how they’re better. (When in fact they’re either only a smidge higher than my skill level or about that same.) If they can get on another team, they’ll do it. Especially if they perceive that team to have better players. Man, if I’m on an opposing team and something like that has happened? Funny how much better I play all of a sudden. (And oh what a feeling if my team pulls out the win!)

Anyway, that’s just annoying. And kind of “survival of the fittest” in action. I usually don’t let my feathers get too ruffled about that sort of thing. (Usually. If it happens at the wrong time of the month…not fun.)

However, I do get miffed when other writer pals put me down. I have this one friend who’s a new writer. (In the scheme of things. She really doesn’t know that much about publishing, publishing houses, or even really about the craft in general. Not that I’m an expert. Far from it. But I admit I’m still learning. Also, I’m a bit beyond the novice range. I know more than I realize, especially when I’m talking to her and hooking her up with links that can answer some of her questions.)

Anyway…she feels because she’s had a couple of things published online (short stories) she’s a pro…and is full of advice and criticism. She refuses to acknowledge I have a personal website with lists of all the awards and credits I’ve racked up over the years. She has it in her head I’m a newbie and she’s the veteran.

The other day she said something about being curious about my style. I told her to buy my book. (It’s not a good representation of it now, though. That was a freshman effort. My next projects show I’m maturing. Trouble is, they’re not anywhere I can tell her to go buy them.)

The other night I got really torqued when she said someone else was better than me. Someone who has NOTHING published and when I read what she was comparing against mine (that was forwarded to me), I KNEW she was jealous and doing the whole “blowing out my candle to try and make hers burn brighter” kind of thing.

In the real world, in a real situation, my writing would have annihilated the other persons. That’s not being conceited either. That’s just me knowing favorites were being played and an attempted put down had been leveled.

I got my justice when it came out that my manuscript had made it to the second round of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest. She didn’t like learning that too much.

Also, I remembered back to when I was first starting out. I used to get jealous of people for whatever reason and try to find things to pick apart about their writing.

Except, I never felt good afterwards. Tearing people down is not for me. It sure doesn’t build me up. I’m wondering if she’s just in a phase and will eventually, as she gets more credits to her own name, realize she doesn’t have to act like that.

And then there’s friends who want to drop comments about how we don’t have this or that, or they’d do something different from how we do it. Wayne and I will never have the newest, flashiest, hippest anything. It’s not how we roll.

Plus, as I was complaining to Wayne about a recent slight, he said, “Have them come talk to us in 20 years when we’re retired and they’re still banging their heads against the walls trying to pay for all their stuff.”

That comforted me at first. Until I realized, “Hey, isn’t me judging them and thinking I’m better because of how we save money the same as what they’re trying to do to me by giving me a hard time about not spending more?”

So…in the end I just have to remember something Joel Osteen preaches: about how you just keep the faith and do what you do and in the end you’ll be vindicated. (He has some clever way of putting it. I can’t remember it. I only remember the gist of it.)

Which is basically to let go and trust that the Universe has a funny way of making things right.

And you know what? Every time I’ve relaxed and had faith that no one could tarnish my star, that they could try but in the end others will see it shining as bright as it’s supposed to and will respond accordingly, I’ve come out better than okay.

I’m trying to develop a mantra to help remind me of that when it happens. And also that it’s not my problem, it’s the other persons. And really it’s a compliment, because little old me had them feeling threatened and less than somehow. To use a Mr. T expression, “I pity the fool!”

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Door-to-Door Preachers

Posted by: courtin Spiritual Life
6
Mar

When we lived in Arizona the Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses seemed to stop by almost every other Saturday morning without fail. While I admire their dedication to their beliefs, nothing twists my panties into a bunch faster than someone bugging me at my house on a Saturday while trying to engage me in a discussion about scripture.

During the almost 5 years we’ve lived here in Nashville, we haven’t had too many such visitors. Maybe a few is all.

But this morning here came two very semeingly nice ladies with their Jehovah Witness literature trying to engage me in a conversation about whether I believe if good people go to heaven.

Pissed me off. I was right in the middle of writing something else and I have to deal with that distraction. Then I open the door and Tabby, as she’s been prone to do lately, saw the opportunity to dart out. I had to get shoes on and chase her through the bushes. Then they presume I (a) have time to chit chat with unexpected, uninvited and unwelcome visitors and (b) I give a shit what happens to good people after they die.

And what is a good person anyway? I know people who I consider “good people” who others would run in terror from. If all it takes is believing in God (the Christian version) then I know a lot of people who would be considered “bad” (myself included) according to that definition.

Guess what? I have no idea what a good person is. I don’t know if there is a heaven or who’s getting in. All I know is every day I’m presented with choices to act either bad or good depending on the situation.

Today I chose to act polite and tell the ladies “Listen, you both seem very lovely but I’m in the middle of something and can’t talk right now.”

I’d qualify that as good, because I was tempted to say, “Listen, this is a bunch of horseshit. You’re pretty presumptuous thinking you have any right to go door to door trying to save people or preach them scripture. My God wouldn’t think that’s too good.”

But I refrained. Mostly because I knew that’d eat up more of my time and I wanted just to end it and get back to what I’d been doing.

Besides, I knew I could always vent via my blog. I feel better now!

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Okay, what the hell is going on?

Yesterday I got a Facebook friend request from Leslie Cochran. The name didn’t sound familiar, and the profile picture sure as hell didn’t ring any bells. (It is really a doozie of a pic. Bearded, long haired man wearing a tank top and stuffed bra. Floating purple hearts superimposed on the pic.)

I know some people who would dress like that as a joke, but his face just didn’t look familiar. So I clicked to be taken to his page and found this in his intro box:

Leslie Alicia Cochran (born as Al Leslie Cochran on June 24, 1951) is a vagrant cross-dresser and arguably the most locally famous street person in Austin, Texas. He is an outspoken critic of police treatment of the homeless in downtown Austin

Interesting. How he heard of me and thought to send a friend request who knows. (Or got access to a computer if he is homeless! I guess the library…)

Either it’s a big joke or this guy is for real. No telling.

I thought about whether to confirm or ignore his request overnight. I decided he looks far too much like Charles Manson for me to take the chance pissing him off by ignoring him. (No joke! The resemblance is flipping uncanny!)

I accepted him as a friend today.

But also today as I was trying to catch up on both personal emails and Haunt Jaunts business, a rather innocent and harmless one about link swapping led me to Old West Ghost Investigations site and a suicide threat!

That really tripped me out. I’m still shaken up about it and my conscious won’t rest until I figure out if this is a hoax or a legitimate cry for help –one people can be in time to respond to. Shoot, all I can think is the lady sent me the email Monday. She could have done herself in by now. (If she was the one who also posted that plea on the site. There’s no name attached to it.)

I’m praying fiercly it all turns out to be a hoax. Pissed as I’ll be, at least no one’s life is in jeopardy!

Wow. What a wacko week! And its only Wednesday!!!!!!!

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I was trying desperately to catch up on all of my overdue blog RSS reading today, but of course reading only sparks my muse’s fire.

The blog responsible for this post is The Random Mind of Miss Julie. Specifically it was her Biking in the Snow and White Out posts that got me thinking.

In those posts she included pics of snow-covered areas, such as DC, that had gotten whomped harder than usual this winter to show just what a weird winter it’s been. Even Arizona had gotten snow. (Well, it’s not uncommon for higher elevations to get snow during winter, but it is unusual for snow to fall in other parts of the state.)

Here is Nashville we’ve been cold, cold, cold, and had more snow than normal. Yet, I was talking to my friend Jade Walker who’s up in New Hampshire and they’ve gotten ripped off on the white stuff this winter. So, yes, the official consensus is it’s a weird winter!

But I’ve also heard people joke about global warming being a farce. How this winter is proof of that.

Yet I’ve seen others like my friends James share news story links on Facebook about how a harsher winter only proves global warming is getting worse.

I don’t know about global warming. I’m no scientist. Although, I don’t really buy it. Not in the way it’s currently being sold.

I do believe in the concept of global warming. Only because the Earth once experienced an Ice Age. It’s been heating up ever since that’s ended!

I think what we’re seeing now is natural. Man may have affected it somewhat, but I think the glaciers are destined to melt no matter what. Especially after I watched a NatGeo show about how the Great Lakes all once used to be glaciers themselves –and melted long before man had much influence on the environment!

Personally, I think we humans forget we live on a dynamic, ever-changing, ever-evolving planet. It scares us when we’re reminded of that because we can’t control it. Then we come up with ways to point the blame so we can feel like we have some sort of control…

But I’m digressing. Global warming or not, it’s a weird winter and most can agree on that.

But what if this was the last one? If global warming lives up to its name and the Earth’s temp only continues to rise, eventually there will come a time when snow never falls again. Just like how there’s a last snow every season. You’re not quit sure it will be the last (sometimes you’re hoping it will!), but you know it’ll be back, even if that means next winter.

But eventually, if what “they” say is true, there’ll come a season without snow. Followed by another, then another…

I don’t know about you, but that makes me sad. And more appreciative of whatever weather.

Because it reminds me that global warming aside, there’s going to be a last snow, a last rain, a last sunny day, a last fog in my own lifetime. And I’ll likely never even realize it was the last one. So, better to enjoy whatever the weather on this day because I just don’t know if I’ll be around to enjoy it tomorrow!

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