inexcusable death

An innocent child was handed a UZI, just to play with, for the fun of it.  She was just average size and surrounded by adults, adults who after years of growing up, didn't.  Because of their ignorance, she now carries a label of 'killer'.  On purpose?  Of course not.  This tragedy is beyond comprehension.  Had the instructor not worked with children?  So it would appear.  He knew the capability of the weapon, but not the incapability of the child.  And the parents?  What was their motive?  A bunch of silly pictures to take home from their vacation showing off what, a little girl with an over sized rapid firing gun?  Isn't that something about which to brag.  Those, hopefully, never taken pictures, may not be on film, but they'll be in their minds til the day they die..........................marge

Beware!

Yesterday I got a call  "Your grandson has been in an accident and we need $2000 to keep him out of jail".  They talk fast and descriptively.  Your mind is spinning, upon which they count.  Have your cell phone handy!  Make a quick call to the grandson!  Mine was sleeping.  He was fine.  Phew!  We Seniors may not be the sharpest tack in the box (sorry) but we haven't totally lost it!.................marge

You pathetic curly haired people.

You have body, waves and beautiful ringlets.  Oh the suffering of it.  I don't know about frizzy hair.  I don't have that either.  I have, and not everyone believes it, totally straight hair.  Hair like  the finger in the socket hair.  Hopelessly unimproveable or styleable.  (never mind my spelling).  Their is nothing, absolutely nothing to be done to 'straight' hair to make it attractive.  I know.  You've seen straight haired people whose hair looks fantastic.  Little do you know.  Our bathroom shelves are lined with gels, lacquer, foams and finishing sprays.  They are used individually and together, our heads secretly a semi-matted mess.  No handsome man running his fingers through our hair, at least after the first try.  So no more saying to us, 'oh pooh, you exaggerate'.  We don't and that's the gospel truth.  Thanks heavens for my gorgeous looks.........................marge

Deaths of our young people.

I don't pretend to understand what it means to be of First Nation or African American backgrounds.  I doubt many of us do and for that I'm sorry.  I am however, appalled at what appears to be many people who jump into the fracas, not for justice, but for the need to prove their own self importance, self esteem and perhaps get their own needed 15 minutes of fame.  A poor comparison is people who go to sporting events and try to sit in line of the TV cameras.  They're not their for the games as witnessed by their inattention and their always glancing at the camera or their hand held electronics.  How pathetically sad.  How do we help those individuals?  They've become part of the problem, not one of the solutions.....................marge

To the lighter side

I live on a corner.  I like that.  People out for a walk wave to me.  I wave back from my kitchen window.  I was going to write a book once with that title, maybe I still will or better yet blog.  My side yard is not quite ordinary.  Nor, I guess, am I.  Looking out from my back porch windows are two large tigers and I do mean large.  In my yard itself, near the sidewalk, are smaller and larger animals.  All are made of assorted garden tools and any other pieces of metal found at garage sales.  There are treasures out there to be had.  Did I make these?  No.  My daughter the welder did.  She has more fun being creative than a three year old finger painting, much more.  I have a leopard named Sophia, Hugo the 200 lb. lion, A tall giraffe Quinn (my neighbor and I argued about whether it was a boy or girl, hence the name Quinn, A smaller giraffe, Lilly (only four ft. tall and lastly, for the moment, my favorite, so far, Hugo, an Orangutan, hanging from a plant holder.  Close your eyes and try to spell orangutan.  In the chair next to my side door is a plaque which reads, 'I may wander but I'm never lost'.  Do go garage saleing and do walk by and oh yes, wave...........................marge

Just a point of view

I don't know why a teenager was shot to death in Missouri.  The facts are not out yet.  So much is wrong with this story.  Right now I am more angry with the protesters, or should I say rioting looters.  They are, in my mind, bullying intimidaters.  They may well have the right to be angry and frustrated but their actions make their behavior completely unacceptable.  They have turned their town and many innocent business owners into victims.  Don't break into stores, loot, (with faces covered of course) and scream into TV cameras.  You want someone to pay for the young man's death, I get that.  Who among you is going to pay for all the havoc you have wreaked?  Are you not responsible for your behavior?  Let anyone responsible for the death and mayhem be held accountable.  Anyone and everyone....................marge