What do you see when you look at these hands? Many will see the old, tired hands of an old person. If you study closely you may see something else. These hands were once young and small. Exploring new things, playing with toys or writing school lessons. Maybe they held a lover’s hands or a bouquet of flowers at a wedding. They may have changed too many diapers, planted gardens, prepared meals, or held grandchildren. I see the hands of a caregiver. These hands did all the things helping to take care of their siblings, their husband, their children, their parents, their grandchildren.
I see that after all her accomplishments in life, now these hands need a caregiver. Someone to help her remember to take her medications, making sure she makes it to her next doctor’s appointment, or even reminding her to eat her dinner.
The circle of life isn’t always a pretty sight but it’s always there. Today is National Caregiver Day. Until you have this responsibility, you have no idea how a loving act can be so demanding.
I believe caregivers should be celebrated more than once a year. It takes a special kind of person to take on this roll. They need reminded that they need to take care of themselves first. They need to be healthy in body and spirit to endure the things they face. They need encouragement and a pat on the back for a job well done.
I’m going to age myself several ways today pertaining to the National Boy Scout Day or National Kite Flying Day. Probably going to piss some people off too while I’m at it but I’m old and well, I say just about anything I want.
First of all, how can we still have a National Boy Scout Day when just the other day I heard that it’s no longer Boy Scouts, but just Scouts. The being because now girls can join the ‘Boy Scouts’. I guess I’m old fashion, no wait, no guessing about it. Boys are boys and girls are girls. Only two genders in my book. I find nothing wrong with having two different scout organizations. I don’t care if you choose to admit it or not, there are just some things that men/boys can do easier and better than women/girls. Standards or requirements should not be lowered so one gender can accomplish the requirements.
I totally understand the kite flying day was to celebrate the joys of flying a kite. To watch it sail into the sky, floating on air currents, it makes one joyful. However, I’m going back to my youth, to a very old fashion way of telling someone they are annoying and should go away. We would tell them to “go fly a kite.”
With that in mind, I’d like to tell all the promoters of this movement of girls being boy scouts, to just go fly a kite.
Yep, it’s National Lame Duck day. Just to educate myself on where this term came from I did a little looking. Here is what I found.
The term “lame duck” originated as a description of
stockbrokers in 1700s England who could not pay off their debts. The
name later carried over to those in business who, while known to be
bankrupt, would continue to do business.
In politics a lame duck is a person currently holding a political office who has either:
lost a re-election bid
chosen not to seek another term
been prevented from running for re-election due to a term limit
holds a position that has been eliminated
Prior to the ratification of the 20th Amendment to the United States Constitution, there was for Congress a 13-month delay between election day and the day the newly elected officials took office. In the case of a lame duck, this was a 13 month notice his or her job was terminating crippling their influence. Hence the ‘lame’ or injured duck.
With that in mind, Buffalo Springfield came to mind this morning and I think they had it right, more for today than even back then.
There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behindIt’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going downWhat a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our sideIt’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going downParanoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you’re always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down
Behold, a National day that in my youth I would have celebrated without any fear. Youth, I miss you. The slimmer body, the smooth skin, the nicely shaped legs, breasts that didn’t visit my stomach when I ditched the bra, shinny, hair and lovely nails. Who wouldn’t celebrate National Shower with a friend day?
Slowly, but surely the signs of aging sneaks up on one and all of a sudden an older version of yourself stairs at you in the mirror. You know it when full length mirrors disappear from your home!
Shower with a friend? I don’t even like showering with myself. A daily reminder that youth has escaped me and the golden years, well as Betty Davis once said, they are not for sissies.
Maybe we no longer share the shower, we do share the bathroom. I’m sure that counts in my age bracket. The best thing about being married to your best friend is that the fun never stops. We may not have the hot, steamy love scenes you see on TV or in the movies, but we still have the snapping each other with a damp towel. Every now and then one of us gets a cold splash of water over the top of shower curtain. And many days one of us greets the other one with a fresh new towel as the other turns off the water. In my opinion, it doesn’t get much better than that.
The ironic part of all of this is that in our youth we could not afford a large walk in
shower where two would fit easily and no one had to bet out in the
cold. Now, we are fortunate enough to have a lovely walk in shower, not
only large enough for both of us but both dogs would fit in there too,
our main goal is not to fall and have a bench to sit on so we can wash
Remember the other day when I said that some days have several “National” day this or that. Well it seems the panel of people that decide what day this is got a bit carried away with February first. Today when I looked this is what I found:
FEBRUARY 1, 2019 | NATIONAL WEAR RED DAY | NATIONAL GET UP DAY | NATIONAL FREEDOM DAY | NATIONAL TEXAS DAY | BUBBLE GUM DAY | NATIONAL BAKED ALASKA DAY | NATIONAL SERPENT DAY | NATIONAL SELF-CHECK MONTH | NATIONAL ENROLLED AGENTS MONTH | NATIONAL FASTING DAY
Before reading what each day was about and how to observe, I had my own version.
National wear red day, brought to you by the garment worker’s union. Go to your local department store and buy a new red shirt and wear it.
National get up day brought to you by Alarm clocks of the world. I’m thinking any day you wake up above ground is a celebrations in itself.
National Freedom day. Very important as I’m lucky enough to be born and still live in a country where I can say and write about anything I want and not get into too much trouble, unless I post something on Face Book. That’s a whole other story.
National Texas day brought to you by the group Little Texas. All said in their song:
God blessed Texas With His own hand Brought down angels from the promised land Gave ’em a place where they could dance If you want to see heaven, brother, here’s your chance I’ve been sent to spread the message God blessed Texas. Apparently, Little Texas has never traveled through West Texas….I rest my case.
National Bubble Gum day brought to you by Bazooka. If I have to explain that to you, you might be too young to read this.
National Baked Alaska Day. Just what in the hell is a baked Alaska? Desert or breakfast? Baking ice cream always sounded like a mess in my over to me. Isn’t melted ice cream sort of like milk or sweat cream? So confused.
National Serpent Day, oh my lord and little fishes. Is this some kind of devil worshiping? I don’t even want to look at that explanation. Scary.
Now here’s one of interest, National Self-Check day. Oh my mind goes to so many places, and probably not anywhere near what will be advised on how to observe this day. I picture ladies checking their hair and makeup, looking in the mirror to see if their outfit makes their butts look big and guys, well just adjusting the family jewels. That’s how my brain works.
National Enroll Agents Month. Thank goodness, the FBI is finally seeing just how stupid their actions has been lately and they are trying to enroll new agents with some sense.
Last but not least is National Fasting Day. Yeah, right. I fast everyday, between breakfast and lunch and between lunch and dinner. Have you ever tried fasting? I’m sure that some pencil thin woman who says she forgets to eat thought of this. Who the hell forgets to eat? I tend to forget when to stop eating. Guess that’s why I checked this morning to see if my outfit made my butt look big. Rude awakening, it’s my big butt that makes my butt look big.
As for me, I’m going to celebrate the National Get Up Day. Get up, get going, love your family and your friends. Make a stranger smile and be kind. That’s a good way to celebrate every day and maybe blow a few bubbles.
I’ve heard said that life is about choices, and so is today. January 20, is YAD DRAWKCAB LANOITAN or National Inspire Your Heart With Art Day. It appears I have been living the backward day most of my life, in the fact that I always seem to choose the hardest path to any solution. I suppose it’s a good day to reverse my path and go in a different direction but inspire my heart with art seems much easier and will probably have a better outcome.
Art comes in many forms and I try to surround myself with different things. From the simple paintings my mother and Aunt made many years ago, to the latest painting from a local artist, pottery and little antique pieces. I have some of my own paintings and and photography. Some of the paintings picked up over the years are calming and relax me while others remind me of past experiences.
Want to celebrate, but don’t know just how, here are some suggestions:
Visit an art gallery.
Read a good book.
Listen to music.
Attend a ballet performance
Start your masterpiece.
Teach someone how to play an instrument.
Attend an art lecture.
Explore a new technique.
See an inspirational film.
Share your art with others.
If you live out in the country as I do, many of these things are out of the question, but you can turn on that radio and enjoy your favorite music. Or pick up that book you started reading a while back. (Hopefully it’s one of mine.)
Of course it being National Backwards day also, I just saw on the TV news it’s also National Hot Chocolate day. If I had known I may have reversed my direction and written about Hot Chocolate. Can chocolate be an art form? Now that is worth celebrating.