My blog is almost exclusively about my artwork. I try not to write about what's going on in the world because..well the internet is rather a scary place and people can go really crazy about things. But I just watched the news and I had to say something about this because of my Great Uncle Sam (yes I had an Uncle Sam).
The Republican Presidential front runner's idea of a mandatory database of Muslim Americans and special ids for Muslim Americans is what brought back memories of Uncle Sam.
I haven't thought about him in forever. He died when I was very young. He came to America after WW2. My only memory of him is of us sitting at my Aunt Ida's kitchen table. We always sat at her kitchen table. She was a great cook. My mom said she was the only one of the 4 sisters that could cook. So I remember sitting there listening to them talk. I couldn't understand any of it because they spoke in Yiddish. What I do remember are the faded numbers on Sam's arm. When he saw me looking, he pulled his sleeve down. I didn't know what those numbers meant until I was older.
So now we have one Senator who thinks interment camps are a good idea and a presidential candidate who wants special ids for American's of a certain religion. We all want a safe and just world. I'm not sure how to get to that world. But I'm pretty sure repeating the past (which didn't work well for anyone) is not the way to get there.
I can only hope that when it is time to vote that we move beyond our fear and vote for the idea of America. I know when I vote I will be thinking of the number's on my Great Uncle Sam's arm.
Almost all of Florida was wetlands before the land was drained for farming and development. The family who owned Green Cay sold it to Palm Beach County to restore back to wetlands. The park is a water reclamation facility, and naturally filters millions of gallons of water each day.
So here we are in November. In Florida. It's almost 90 on most days. I walk with a gym sack, those colorful ones from Nike. I put my bag and water in it and start walking. The dr said that walking and wearing a backpack is great for osteoporosis. So off I go.
I try to walk 4 or 5 miles here a few times a week. Mile #1 is at a fast pace. Mile #2 is a more relaxed, taking pictures, gazing at blue sky. Mile#3 just walk it, get it over with. Mile# 4 I start channeling Reese Witherspoon in Wild. Mile #5 we're talking walking dead here. It stops being heaven and turns into purgatory. Hell is when I collapse at the end and I think what's wrong with being a couch potato anyway? My goal is to do Mile#5 by the end of the year without requiring a 911 call. Then I can start on Mile#6. Masochism is endless.
I don't take very good pictures but it was hard to spool this one.
Since I'm retired I look for whatever classes are free. The library has some craft classes. One is for adult coloring. I wasn't interested but I told 3 friends (who don't draw) and they signed up. I created monsters. I told them that they could create their own doodles to color instead of some else's. Now we're going to meet once a month for our own doodle club. I told them all about different papers and pens, what pen to use with what paper, crayons and markers etc.
Here's mine from last week. It was hard to find a spot for my siggy.