MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Thursday, May 10, 2018

EVEN IN 2018, WOMEN CAN BE THEIR OWN WORST ENEMIES AND OTHER PERSONAL THOUGHTS



 A series of essays....




     
      Photo Courtesy: sheknows



....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

It’s a fact that laughter is a universal form of communication. So, as I sit here alone and  laughing, tears beginning to roll down my face, I realize that I am sending out, into the atmosphere of tension, numerous mixed messages. You see....I am a woman of a certain age and have lived through (and survived) the mind-blowing attitude that women are subservient to men. And, I know that it’s in a woman’s DNA to process this information and make everything work out for everyone else involved, often excluding herself. 

Unfortunately, I know first-hand that women, even in 2018, are their own worst enemies. Let me explain...

For eons it has been pounded into our heads that women are secondary (at best) citizens, forever born to stand behind the men who will love, protect, and lead them into the Promised Land! Provided, of course, that women adhere to their rules and regulations. Women have been threatened via fear since the beginning of time. Females have been portrayed as the ‘weaker sex,’ both mentally and physically, for so long that it has been indelibly tattooed on their brains and psyche and, far too often, women have accepted this label as fact. 

Yes, we feared being alone, having to live in poverty, not being able to protect our children, and even damnation itself if we did not adhere to the laws of the men who ruled and lorded over us. Mostly, we feared ourselves, our own bodies and sexuality, and tapped into the idea that if we capitalized on our sexuality and intelligence we would not only damn ourselves, but take good men down with us. The ‘Me Too’ movement has been enlightening, however, my Catholic upbringing will forever haunt me with shadows of guilt, lost opportunities of happiness, and sabotaged personal progress. 

You can argue that circumstances have evolved and this idea of being poor, downtrodden females is just a ghost of a thought that’s blowing away along with the winds of change. But, has it really? I believe this wind is more like a slight breeze instead.

Women continue to second guess themselves in an age when we should be supporting one another and making-up for lost time, if you will. Many of the men who happen to surround me today, including my husband, have become important support engines for all women and honor our independence by placing women on an even plane within their own personal and working relationships. God bless all of them! You know who you are.

And yet, it’s women who continue to upset the 'balance of life' by not accepting independent thought and equality among one another. Not only must strong women have to fight for the right to compete with men on a level playing field, but they are realizing that their competition includes many other women who continue to fail all of us by, simply, not believing in their own independence and personal power.

I was not encouraged to express myself at home while growing up. I did it anyway and, often, paid the price for my words and actions. Because life didn’t always work out for my own father, he could be a bully and take out his frustrations on my mother, and in time, on me. He was of a generation that believed it was, is, and will always be a man’s world and that women, like children, were to be seen and not heard. Higher education was meant for his sons and not for his daughter because what a waste of time and money when, “All she will do is get married and have babies to raise, anyway.” This attitude served to encourage my voice; give me strength to challenge this belief in a loud cadence that followed me through college, marriage, and, eventually, having my own children to love and raise.

The Mother that I am today is the direct result of my own, dear Mother. She was a product of the 1920’s who grew up in poverty, digested the ramifications of WWII, and by the time she was a housewife in the ‘50’s with four children of her own, her lifestyle included fear and subservience, to a certain degree. She was never taught to drive a car and I often believed her independence suffered greatly because of this. 

I loved my Mother deeply and would do anything for her. She was my ‘rock’ for many reasons. She always loved my three brothers and me and tried to do what was best for us even though her life was far from ideal. As we were growing up, we witnessed her joy, pain, and disappointment and knew that she often made delicious lemonade out of a basketful of lemons. I know that I became a stronger person by learning from all of her ‘life lessons’ and, being her only daughter, that was very important for both of us.

By the time I had my own girls in the ‘70’s, Dan and I consciously spoke to them as being small adults who had sense and supported, if not encouraged, the idea that they would exercise common sense within their daily lives as time progressed. For myself, the lessons in ‘common sense usage’ went far beyond anything else I could teach them. 

There was never anything ‘off limits’ and we, as parents, encouraged our two daughters to talk with us about everything and with absolutely no limitations. Being honest with us at all times was of utmost priority because we would always be honest with them. We inspired them to dream big without any gender limitations. They felt as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as they did in a dress and shiny, patent leather shoes on Easter Sunday. Even so, there were many barriers for them that had yet to be broken down, trashed, and replaced by new and powerful dreams.

Even when you believe you’ve done your job well, the results of your labor can surprise you. Many women of my own generation, along with those that followed us, have not been able to fight off the stigma of being suspicious of one another. We still comment in a negative light about our looks and self-esteem, judge how successful in life we think we are based on money and fame, display the merits of our children as if they were trophies on a shelf, and discount the true need to feel comfortable with each other. We have, to this day failed to simply learn how to TRUST other women. And this attitude has made us fail in electing a strong, intelligent, and highly qualified woman as President of the United States!

When and what will it take to make women feel comfortable with other women and allow their comfort to elect other women to more political offices, executive roles in business, so that we can balance out the playing field and feel comfortable in our own skin, earn equal pay with men, and advance as leaders and role models for everyone without fear of gender recrimination? We, as women, are responsible for this change. Women control their own destinies just as men have controlled their own destiny for millenniums! We can do it if the desire, strength, trust, and camaraderie exists among us.

‘The 2018 United State of Women Summit’ was recently held in Los Angeles and featured the common sense views of Michelle Obama. “We’re still taught to be perfect and to dream about weddings and the security of Prince Charming. I wish that girls could fail as badly as men do and still be okay. Men blow it up and still win. Women hold ourselves to certain standards. If we want our daughters to dream bigger than we did, we have more work to do. We made it to ‘the table’ but now....we have to be willing to take some risks. If we, initially, fail, we pick ourselves back up and start over again until we win. We, as women, tend to shame/blame each other. We need support from other women in order to be an advocate of change.” Thank you, Michelle, for your insight and courage to step outside of the box, stir things up, and make change happen.

Hope. That’s all we need to make change happen. We hope that all women will, eventually, recognize themselves as strong individuals. Many men, whether raised this way or having come around to seeing that women play an equal role in our society, are out there, cheering us on. The challenges in front of women remain great and our work to combat these challenges is a never ending story. As long as there is Hope, the earth will rumble and the barriers will come tumbling down, brick by brick, stone by stone. We must learn to honor one another and not be pulled apart by suspicion, guilt, or lack of trust. We must stop being our own worst enemies from this point on.

I want to wish ALL WOMEN a Happy Mother’s Day this Sunday! We are all nurturers in our own right, whether it be to our own children and grandchildren, step children, adopted children, family and friends, our beloved pet children....we are strong and loving humans who desire to bring joy into the lives of others, in the best way we know how. Equal wishes to all of the men who carry out the important roles of parenting within the realm of single parenting and more... Love to us all!



Copyright © 2018 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Thursday, May 3, 2018

"I'M WEIGHTLESS HERE....!"




A series of essays....




SMARTPHONE PLACED TO CAPTURE EACH TUMBLE, TWIST, AND TURN!



....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Observing children growing like oak tree saplings from year to year should be enough to
embrace even the coldest heart with a certain warmth and fill it with encouragement and the possible belief in one’s own future happiness and well being.

When these children happen to personally relate to you with a prefix as ‘grand’ and magnificent as their beautiful, shining faces bathed in the glow of a full, summer’s moon...they are the most endearing human beings that will ever walk this amazing planet! Grandchildren: such mysterious wonders linking us, personally, with the future and the past.

Upon all of my various trips to the Emerald Isle, sweet Ireland...I’ve felt a certain sensation of, not only love, but the realization that when I’m walking the rolling, green fields and narrow, stone paths I feel no earthly pressures. My body is featherlight and worries seem a million miles away. I am weightless here. 

If I could accurately describe my feeling of floating in complete detail, it would be how I felt after climbing up to the summit of Diamond Hill / Binn Ghuaire, a craggy, little mountain located in Connemara National Park. The view from this height takes in Kylemore Abbey and the sun-sparkled shades of blue that make up the waters of Ballynakill Harbour, the bay far below. 

It may have been the sheer height itself or being able to look down upon the great beauty of land and sea that affected me so deeply. I felt I could walk off the side of the mountain and there would be no earthly, gravitational consequences, whatsoever! Being so high and feeling the frosty wind on my face made me believe I was as weightless as a soaring bird riding a thermal highway. I was as weightless as an opaque cloud casting my shadow upon the sun-drenched landscape far below. Absent of the strife of daily stress and strain, a body in free fall, uniquely relieved of the pressure of floors, scales, hatred, work, racism, and deniers of all shapes and kinds.

Yesterday, I felt this sensation of weightlessness once again. My granddaughter and I were FaceTiming and she was floating right in front of me, on the i-Pad screen resting on my lap, and I was the observer residing in the small, rectangular screen below her. It occurred to me as she tumbled on the trampoline executing her intricate gymnastic maneuvers, hands free, with a huge smile on her beautiful face, that we both were relieved of the pressures of this world...even for a few moments. We were, indeed, weightless here....together in time!

What fun to be able to see my own reactions to her airborne talents in real time! A grandmother’s point of view of visual amazement; the perspective of a proud grandma. 

Brenna celebrates her eleventh year on this earth the seventeen of May. The following is a tribute to this sweet, young lady, my firstborn grandchild, who never fails to genuinely care about others, brighten our world with her smile, and exude goodwill and love to everyone she comes in contact with. But, most of all, she has the ability to make me feel, absolutely, weightless just thinking about her.






A STUDY IN COLOR AND BLACK & WHITE









I'M WEIGHTLESS HERE....!"

                                









She’s not like most female birds in that
her bright, brilliant colors can, and do,
outshine most males. From this position,
she radiates healthiness, rapture. So thinks 

the woman behind the curtain way down below, 
admiring her from afar. Priceless gifts of youth 
and energy flow from within the girl 
as the woman’s expressions lay bare her pride.

Cheeky views of ruffled feathers float within a 
backdrop of azure blue and flash across the little 
screen. Smartphone strategically placed to capture 
each and every bounce, twist, turn of her

acrobatic precision; from one so young. Briefly,  
this youthful energy reminds the woman of her own
childhood so long ago...! Back when the woman played 
cowboys and Indians with her older brother

with King-Shot air rifle and a headdress of brightly colored 
feathers. The getaway horse comprised of chipped, blue paint, 
silver spokes, and a shiny bell rung by a finger of choice.
This modern child resides in a brand new world 

filled with a healthy balance of competition 
and play. The woman encourages the girl to flip one 
more time in order to snap it with her device as she
observes ‘sweet and goofy’ with every click.

Oh, beautiful one, the woman thinks to herself, what pure 
joy to capture this moment in time. How is it 
eleven years have flown by? I am weightless here while 
watching you fly away up into the future.

Little bird, won’t you, please, take me with you? I promise 
only to observe while snapping a million more memories...





"SWEET"

"GOOFY"






Copyright © 2018 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Photos Copyright 2018 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Thursday, April 26, 2018

FEELING QUITE PARISIAN IN LEXINGTON



 A series of essays....



OUR 'PETITE SLICE OF PARIS' ON NORTH LIMESTONE IN LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY



....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


What goes up will come back down, eventually....at least for a few more road trips, anyway!

We’re heading back to our Florida home after spending two cold, snowy weeks of Winter in April up in Kalamazoo! Some highly productive work accomplished on the inside of the house with enough demolition to fill a ten-yard dumpster! That was a very good thing. Anything that needed to be done on the outside was a distinct impossibility, and this set us back on our time schedule a bit, unfortunately.


A SCENE DAN AND I DON'T
EXPERIENCE EVERY DAY!

Months ago, Dan’s initial demolition of the back of the house was shared by the highly capable hands of our son-in-law, Matthew. Ripping out the existing three-season room was their specialty. I admit it; I played ‘voyeur’ by observing some of their hard work via the security camera we’d installed in the dining room, located in a window just off of the back deck. I remained in Florida for the long weekend while all of this was taking place.

POOR GUY IS STUCK IN
DEBRIS TWO RUNGS DEEP

During a subsequent trip we both made up to Michigan, I watched Dan and his brother, Leo, level out and finish the new floor deck, build the new portion of the kitchen’s side walls, and construct its vaulted beams and plywood clad roof. I was in heaven! We were making progress towards a new kitchen, as well as a new life, eventually, up in Kalamazoo!

This recent go around afforded us a two week span for completing kitchen demo, placing the new windows and doors that, also, needed to be stained, and figuring out electrical placement and heat runs.


"HEY! WE REALLY DIDN'T NEED TO
SUPPORT THE SECOND FLOOR!!"

The demo of most older houses can be tricky to quite difficult at best. You just never know what you’re going to find! Knowing all of this going in helped to ease some of the pain as Dan discovered floor joists cut in half, large notches cut out of studs to make way for water pipes, and the fact that one corner of the old, existing kitchen was so rotted from years of water intrusion that it had to be framed-up again before it came crumbling down on our heads. You know....the typical stuff, and all very frustrating and time consuming.


A SPIDER FROM HELL;
A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN!

In taking down some of the drywall in the garage ceiling to try and make sense out of the current pipes and electrical positioning, Dan discovered the quintessential outlet from hell. There were thick, black wires coming out of this ‘monster’ that traveled every point of the compass throughout the house and resembled a large, mutant spider that had been unleashed after many years of captivity. Always good for a laugh or two, right?

While Susie, Leo’s wife, thoughtfully brought a large pot of her delicious, homemade ham and bean soup which provided the four of us with two amazing, healthy meals, she and I made miraculous headway towards keeping dishes clean by utilizing the bathroom sink. Marsha had brought over a 'right out of the oven' quiche that we, gratefully, called breakfast the next morning. Delicious! Also, it was openly and gratefully discovered how productive Susie can be on a construction sight. Never afraid of getting her hands dirty or ignoring what needs to be done, she wields a mean trash shovel and is wicked when it comes to pulling a million staples and nails from the old kitchen flooring with a hammer in one hand and a crowbar in the other!


ONE OF MY FAVORITE PICTURES OF LEO AND SUSIE:
SKYPE SESSION WITH THEIR GRANDSON...

After attending a highly productive writer’s workshop by the author and poet, Jack Ridl, with my dear friend, Marsha, spending sweet, quality time at dance and gymnastic classes with two of our five grand babies, and going out to dinner with several of our good friends....our amazing neighbor, Ginny, sent us off last Saturday morning with a goody bag of rich, delicious homemade Michigan brownies layered with dark, sweet cherries. Yum! All in all, Dan and I felt very well taken care of and, of course, loved! 


MR. JACK RIDL: TEACHER, POET, AUTHOR,
AND A MOST DELIGHTFUL HUMAN BEING!


ADMIRING THIS WEDDING
GOWN IN A SHOP WINDOW

Deciding to spend the night in Lexington, Kentucky, we consciously shortened the first day of driving in order to relax and enjoy seeing this clean, beautiful city from a daytime perspective. “Where should we have dinner?” was the important question of the evening and we just took off heading downtown with the element of surprise in mind. Dan’s eye caught the green of an Irish Pub and took a right turn onto N. Limestone before realizing that we’d landed in the famous historical section of Lexington. Driving slowly by the Irish Pub, Le Deauville Bistrot, beautiful old storefronts and shops, and architecturally brilliant, restored, two-story walk-ups, we decided to park and walk this historic portion of Lexington while taking it all in slowly and methodically.




Le Deauville Bistrot was our dining place of choice. Just like its namesake located on Av des Champs Élysée near the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, Le Deauville Brasserie, it offered late-night food in a cozy and casual atmosphere.


WAITING FOR THEIR TABLE


Crowded with couples and small groups either already eating and drinking or waiting their turn at a table, the maître d managing the ‘front of the house’ asked if we had a reservation! What were we thinking? It was a Saturday evening at this intimate French Bistrot in major downtown U.S.A. and we thought we’d be able to be seated! Bon chance, my friends....

Well, good luck is exactly what we had because, you see, after a moment or two, he came back to us and said, “If you would like to wait, a couple will soon leave a small (as to verge on insignificant) round table that is positioned near the back of the bar area.” The hustle and bustle of wait staff and all of the warm bodies pressed up to the small bar before being taken to their reserved tables offered us a unique challenge but one we were happy to accept if it meant being fed. Since Dan and I are devout ‘people watchers,’ we felt we had nothing to lose. That is, of course, if you don’t count stepped-on toes and feeling quite exposed along with six to eight others brushing arms together by the curtained-off front door.





With patience can come great rewards. After a ‘loud’ span of around thirty minutes, our smiling maître d leads us towards a cloth covered table for two within the main dining area while explaining that we had been so patient and the couple at the tiny table had taken so long to wrap up their dessert and pay their bill. We were delighted, of course, and celebrated with a glass each of fragrant, Provençal Rose, a cheese and fruit board to share, and small loaves of crusty French baguette. Pure heaven!

The table for four near us was, eventually, vacated just about the time our entrées arrived and the staff was elegantly clearing away dishes and exchanging soiled cloth for clean, pure white linens. Each movement was orchestrated right down to the tinkling of the new glassware and spotless flatware being inspected and set out for four new guests.


THINLY SLICED ROASTED DUCK

DAN'S FILET MIGNON

As I am taking pictures of my thinly sliced duck with seasonal vegetables and sweet potato purée, I hear Dan saying, “We know the gentleman they just seated at that table. He’s a news or sportscaster but, I just can’t place him right now.” Sneaking subtle peeks at his table and peering out through the bottom of my tilted wine glass, I felt I had a good idea about who the man was seated only several steps from our table.

His name I could not connect with and I reasoned that we only saw him upon certain occasions as a broadcaster for the Peacock Station. Sitting in the heart of horse country, we associated him with the Derby and proceeded to Google him for a name. Tom Hammond was staring back at me from across the short distance as he drank his white wine. I didn’t have the heart to share with Dan, at the time, all of my thoughts about this man, a University of Kentucky alum who lives in Lexington (thank you, Google!) and has broadcast basketball, football, and the Olympic Games. After all, I couldn’t even remember his name a few moments ago!


TOM HAMMOND AND FRIENDS

This chubby man with his thick, salt and pepper mane and strange, overly made-up eyes was now staring at me because I was the only person directly within his line of sight in this small, three room maze of a French Bistrot that is so wildly popular with many Lexington locals. Instinctively, I did what anybody with an i-Phone would do and took his picture! Granted, Dan was intended to be the main subject but, I was pleased by the results. I am hoping that Tom Hammond was flattered because you couldn’t put much past anyone in such small quarters.

No dessert, coffee, or brandy for us after such a great meal. We had a long day of driving the following day and wanted to get enough sleep that night. 

What a wonderful date with my husband on a Saturday night in Lexington! It almost felt like being in a small bistrot on a side-street in Paris with delightfully anticipated food and wine to tantalize the taste buds and get the blood flowing. Perfect!

Oh, and when we sit down to watch the 2018 Kentucky Derby on Saturday, May 5, and listen to the dulcet tones of Mr. Tom Hammond serving as NBC’s main host and broadcaster, I’ll be sure to tip my lavishly eccentric, wide-brimmed, beribboned, “Southern Belle” inspired hat while raising a frosty mint julep his way. Cheers! And may the best horse win!!


MY SWEET GARDENIA PLANTS GREETED
US HOME IN FULL REGALIA ~ HEAVILY LADEN
IN SOFT, CREAMY FLOWERS...



Copyright © 2018 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

STONE AGE TECHNOLOGY: IT’S REALLY WHAT WE GET USED TO





A series of essays....


THIS SHOWER CURTAIN HAS POCKETS FOR EVERY PHONE AND TABLET!

Credit: Davison Video


....as seen through my eyes!






 
By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


I will be the first one to tell you that my cell phone is nearby me at all times, just in case someone calls or there happens to be an emergency. My i-Pad can be located either ‘at my fingertips’ (literally), on my desk, or on the end table that resides by my comfy corner of the leather couch where most of my Blog Posts are written. Most importantly, I am rarely seen without the current book I happen to be reading, whether in hard-bound or paperback form. And, I have been known to panic if it has been left behind for some unknown reason, even when making a visit to the dentist's office or to and from the grocery store only blocks away from the house!

Books are my life; books are that important to me! Consequently, when given the opportunity to lessen the inevitable ‘load’ of books we will be hauling up to Michigan in the next several months, I jumped on the bandwagon and filled as many boxes with my precious paper companions as possible. Dan, carefully, stacked them in the U-Haul trailer we pulled up to the ‘little yellow cottage’ on Hazel Avenue last weekend. 

Standing in our library in Orlando before leaving, I knew I’d only made a slight dent in the inventory that resides in that one room alone....and, still remained to be carefully nestled in their own cardboard carrying cases for the journey yet to come.

ONE BOOK AT A TIME....


I have written several previous stories about sitting across from strangers in the waiting area of a local restaurant where no one is communicating with one another via verbal discourse. My subjects have included a family of three and an unrelated young couple who may have been out on a Saturday evening date. Rather, the various devices held in their hands, with heads bowed in prayer to the gods of technology, were being revered as hymnals in the innocent hands of the choir section during Saturday evening mass. No one said a word to anybody for at least ten to fifteen minutes before the host appeared to say that their tables were ready. With a shuffle and/or bow they marched off to tables that would, probably, afford them a convenient resting place for their devices before their meals had a chance to arrive. 



"STRIKE A POSE"

Having visited the dentist every six months for more years than I care to count, toothbrushes appear to procreate and find shelter within various drawers, cubbies, and hidden spots throughout the house! Often, before I could say ‘no’ to the token of gratitude offered by the dental hygienist for not biting off one of her fingers, the colorful, bristled stick had already been inserted into a small plastic bag (displaying a larger than life picture of a sparkling, white tooth) where it played nice next to the dental floss and travel-sized tube of Crest toothpaste and ice blue mouthwash.

A few times, when I needed to get back into a very tight spot (behind faucets) to thoroughly clean, I’ve been known to wrangle one of these plastic treasures for the job! The color I would choose depended upon the mood I was in at the time and a white brush with vibrant lime green racing stripes might be just the ticket to a successful cleaning mission. 

Of course, this all came about due to the advent of the mighty ‘electric’ toothbrush that swirled and shimmied its way into our lives and mouths. The dentist relayed how they cleaned better than hand-brushing had ever cleaned, the gums were pinker and so much happier and more stimulated. The obnoxiously straight, white toothy smile on the dentist’s face grew larger and larger as many of his patients fell into a precision step on their way to purchase this exotic new device offered for sale, conveniently, right there in his office! Cha-Ching! 

We were hooked! I am certain that you have been hooked, as well. And, why not? They do a great job with minimum effort and, if you replace the head often, you will be the proud owner of this amazing unit for years and years to come.

Having shared our lives between two residences for the past three years, we found it necessary to purchase yet another electric toothbrush set so as to enjoy its adeptness while occupying either location. Cha-Ching! Oh, but quite necessary by this time. 

Our sincere appreciation to Costco for making this dual purchase as light on the pocketbook as possible! Sorry, Doctor.

While packing-up our cosmetic bag for this trip, the practical side of me wondered about the most convenient way to brush my teeth at the motel we planned to stay at in order to break-up our lengthy drive. I opted to dig into the handy-dandy, manual toothbrush drawer to handle the job. We, certainly, didn’t require two sets of electric toothbrushes up in Michigan for the duration and this was the best solution.

Now comes the sad story of ‘it’s all about what you get used to.’  I felt like a bumbling character right out of a Stone Age cartoon that hoped shoving a stick inside of her mouth would eradicate the particles of fruits, nuts, fish bones, and grasses that had lodged between her teeth at dinner. Instantly, I discovered that I’d lost the ability to believe that hand-brushing my teeth even worked in the first place or, would ever work again. Dan, harboring similar feelings, and I could only laugh at this instant revelation. 

Ah, the wonders of technology! These two experiences, the one in the restaurant foyer and the attempt to manually brush my own teeth in the motel, helped me better understand this thought: You can’t always live with it (technology), and, it's becoming very difficult to live without it.

And then I saw this advertisement on social media this morning. This one blew my toothbrush story right out of the water! 

If sex sells, well.....this little item, coupled with the prospect of a naked woman in the shower, is a sure winner. First of all, I must ask, how long does anyone plan on staying in a shower before becoming mummified? Now, add the actual productive device time you might have while taking that shower. Factor in the wastefulness of running the water for a lengthy amount of time. And then, please tell me how many of you would purchase a pocketed shower curtain that is guaranteed to hold, not one, not two, not three, but up to four tech devices in its multi-sized, mostly waterproof pouches for your enjoyment and elongated pleasure??? Party time!

I will live a long, full, and happy lifetime before I’d ever care about meeting the individual(s) who came up with this concept, no matter how much money he (they) will, eventually, make from it. And, sadly, they will make lots of money....

As we all remain in the state of 'Modern Day Limbo’ while learning how to survive its productiveness, as well as its pitfalls, we must, also, learn to embrace technology with logic and common sense. It's important to discover each day what is good for, not only ourselves as individuals but, the world and the environment in which we all live. When that happy balance of ‘all things possible’ leads us into a space where the common denominator is ‘productive reasoning,’ rather than anti-social behavior, then life is striking a positive balance. Embrace it!








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