The angel with the wings growing dark. |
The angel with her wings growing light. |
The angel with the wings growing dark. |
The angel with her wings growing light. |
The tree went up yesterday. You can also see we hung our stockings with care by the fireplace.
My husband and I agree on most things about what we place on the tree. It must have multi-colored lights, the tinsel that is stringy and that sticks to you when you walk by the tree, and a few special ornaments. He likes an angel on top.
Now to get the presents wrapped!
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Sleep well, Songbird. I cried when I learned you had passed away today. You made lovin' fun and kept me believin' in tomorrow. Thank you for the music.
RIP Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac.
I encourage you to visit other participants in Sunday Stealing posts and leave a comment. Cheers to all us thieves who love memes, however we come by them.
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When we were young, beautiful, and clueless. |
Tinnitus, or ringing of the ears, is a problem many think is found only in older adults. About 20% of the population has tinnitus, and while many indeed, are older, it's not just the seniors who have this issue.
I've had it for as long as I can remember.
When I was young, it was a high pitched "E" sound. I thought it was what a quiet room sounded like until the 4th grade. That was when, during a spelling session that included the words "quiet" and "silence" that my teacher asked what "quiet" sounded like. As I was an "A" student, she asked me first, and I told her it sounded like "EEEEEEE."
The other kids laughed and I was told to stay after class. My fourth-grade teacher had a way of embarrassing me many times, this being one of them. She was angry at first, accusing me of being sassy, but after I explained that this was what I heard in a quiet room, she let me go without another word.
Not long after, she met with my parents in a PTA session. My mother asked me later if I had trouble hearing. I said I did not. She didn't ask about the noise. By then, of course, I'd figured out the noise was in me, even if I didn't know what it was called.
I thought it meant I might be crazy, so I didn't mention it again.
Thus, my "quiet room" noise continued unchecked. I noticed as a teenager that certain things would make it worse - Tylenol in particular.
I listened to music to drown it out, even as I went to sleep. In my teens, I wore out my Bread album falling asleep to it every night. As I grew older, I used a fan turned against the wall for a while, and eventually my husband and I switched to an air purifier that we run on "high fan" at night. The noise helps me sleep.
Over the years, the sounds in my ears have changed. Sometimes the sound is scratchy, sometimes it is like 10,000 crickets all trying to be heard over one another. Sometimes it's that piercing "E" sound. (I used to use it to tune my guitar.)
This morning, though, for a brief period, my tinnitus was . . . gone.
I've had an ear infection and the doctor gave me drops for it, which my husband has dutifully put in my ears twice a day in spite of my howls of pain as each drop went in. The pain in my ears cleared up, and apparently, at least for a few hours, so did the tinnitus.
Moments without my constant ear sounds are rare. This is not the first time it's happened, but it is the first time in a long while.
Now the "EEEEEEE" sound is back, and I'm once again in my quiet room.
It beats the scratchy crickets that were visiting in my head last night!
Yesterday I woke to the news that three football players at the University of Virginia had been shot, and two others injured, by gunfire.
The alleged murderer was known to the campus and the local police, apparently, and he was eventually captured, about 12 hours after the murder.
The last I read, motive was unclear. Maybe there wasn't a motive.
Sometimes people are simply crazy, or bloodthirsty, or violent.
It pains me to admit that I've become somewhat nonchalant about the news of shootings. They happen EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. It may not be a mass shooting, but somebody, somewhere, is shot. Yet, I still watch those around me when I go out. I look for people who are acting "off" or suspect. I duck at loud noises.
In 2020, over 45,000 - yes, thousand - people died from gun-related deaths in the United States. We've already had over 37,000 gun deaths this year, and the year isn't over.
One guy has some blow-up stuff on the bottom of his shoe at an airport, and we all take our shoes off to get on an airplane, but we have thousands die from guns every year, and we do nothing.
Somebody found a few problems with Tylenol a long, long time ago, and suddenly medicines were put in plastic shrink wrap and made tamper-proof. Thousands die from guns every year, and we do nothing.
A child dies from a defective crib, and there's a recall. Thousands die from guns every year, and we do nothing.
A car crash indicates the air bags don't work, and there's a recall. Thousands die from guns every year and we do nothing.
I know the response - guns don't kill people, people kill people, blah blah thoughts and prayers. But guns are made for killing.
That is their sole purpose. To kill, or at least to maim.
I am a gun owner, and I am in favor of stricter gun control laws.