Bruce

    I know, I know.. you’re tired of hearing it, seeing it… it’s almost worse than the KardASS*ans, right?   Yet I see THIS picture, by the ever awesome Annie Leibovitz, and I can only say – WOW. 
Bruce/Caitlyn looks fabulous, better as a woman than she ever did as a man. And he wasn’t bad looking in a feminine sort of way. 
     It’s just so hard to wrap the mind around the concept that such a masculine sports hero of years gone by could actually do THIS in his sixties. I think he’s sixty-ish anyway…  Kinda drastic. Could be humiliating, even.  Because people will be people. In my own group of FB friends the reaction is mixed.. mostly full out support, and a few who say PLEASE!  and GROSS! 
     Well, here’s my thinking.  I don’t believe it’s fair to judge the guy/girl.  This is not something anyone would do lightly or without YEARS of thought.  In his case, a lifetime! ..because of the backlash and shunning that will come with it, let alone the psychological warfare you must go through within yourself to get to this place.  Bruce Jenner had to be a pretty tormented soul for all those years, if he truly felt this is what he was meant to be.   So I say live and let live.  Bravo to him for having the courage to become the -she- he felt he was all along, regardless of the backlash.  That takes courage, whether you think it’s gross or not.  Who are we to judge when we have not walked in anothers shoes? 
  

Randomocity

… that is SO a word.

 We’ve had beautiful weather lately except for one thing.  No rain.  None. Nuthin.  Nada.  And that means we are living in a pollen and dust bowl.  Hello Allegra/Zyrtec/Claritin/Flonase.    I haven’t used any of that stuff yet, but I probably should.  Itchy, sneezy, general feeling of yuck – *sigh

 Anyway.. on to the other random

   We had a glorious Memorial Day Weekend – time spent with family enjoying good food, good weather, a frisbee and good horses, it’s all good.

  Timely, we watched American Sniper… wow, what a story.  And if you need a dose of reality, this movie is it.  The horrors our soldiers endure is hideous.  The mentality over there is … I don’t have an appropriate word for it.  What an incredible man, what a tragic end.

 On to better things –  K & Opie – I’ve been lax in the riding department and Kris has been giving him some much needed exercise.

I just found this funny – 

 A Mother’s Day gift from my son – I love it. At night it casts a lovely
glow over the kitchen sink.  

Speaking of my son – he traded in his car for a really rad
Jeep.  You know we love our Jeeps around here… 
He’s the Black Jeep Of The Family. 
The fellow next to him is my cousin Kev. 
A finer man you might never know – 
He taught my son all about the joys of
GOING TOPLESS the other day…
because sometimes that’s how we roll. 

Don’t do it

   We had a lovely weekend, and there were things I planned to post… but something happened  in town that is more important to share.

  I’m drinking coffee in my kitchen this morning, and I keep looking out at the mist, thinking of the people affected by something terrible that happened up the road just days ago.

    There was a horrible accident at a busy intersection.  I had driven through the area about 20 minutes prior and K came up to it right after.  She said the flames were so crazy she had no idea what was involved in the accident.  The immediate result – One female cyclist was dead at the scene, the other male life starred in critical condition, fate still unknown.   In the news we learned the motorcyclists were from NJ  and were with a group, probably leisure riding through the countryside… when they were hit head on by an SUV driven by a teen who had just gotten his/her license.  The kids in the SUV were unhurt.   Turns out this teen driver is a really good kid,  an honor student at the local HS.  Just got his/her license a month prior.  It’s not clear why he/she veered into the oncoming lane and hit the cyclists head-on,  it was the middle of the day and they were in a stream of cars going regular speed.

But I can take a guess.

   How often have I looked at my phone while driving.   – Did she respond to my e-mail?  Did K get back to me yet? …. who “liked” that funny quote on FB?  – 

    How Stupid.

 Nothing is so important it can’t wait until you’re not driving.  And yet, like Pavlov’s dog, I find myself checking, checking, checking.    I’m making a big effort from now on to put the phone in the purse until I ‘ve reached the destination.  I’ve also lectured my kids and husband, although we’ve done that before.. and  people tend to forget once the horror of someone else’s tragedy fades.

   I feel so badly for the woman who died so horribly.  The man will never be the same if he survives.. and the teens in that SUV?  *sigh   I have no idea what the investigation outcome will be, but this is certain –  it’s a terrible burden to bear for the rest of their lives regardless.

 

Spring Rain and too-smart horses

   After a particularly cold and snowy and dragged out winter, we’ve had a weird spring.  Right now, the grass is parched.  This morning, however, there is a light misty rain and I am so grateful. My gardens need the reprieve.

  This morning when I went out to feed the animals, I discovered Opie had let himself and Max out overnight.  I close my horses in at night so I know they aren’t getting into trouble out in the fields in the dark.  It’s not totally necessary, but it gives me peace of mind.  Any little bit of that I can get, I take.  In the warmer months I leave the top door of their stalls open so they have good ventilation.  Opie.. has discovered how to undo the latches with his mouth.  Last night he opened his own door, then sprung Max out of his stall as well, and the two had a grand old time grazing all night in the light rain.   This is how I was greeted this morning when I came out to feed –

   On mornings like this, when it’s peaceful out in the fields and the animals are happy to see you –  (oh it’s the FOOD, I know)  –  you don’t mind the work so much, you remember why you did all this in the first place.  It’s a beautiful thing.

How cool is that!

    I know a girl who knows a girl who lives down the street from the newest American Idol!!!… somehow that doesn’t excite you, does it.  

   So here’s the deal –  we’ve ALL had the Fradiani Fever thing going on for a while now because he hails from our shoreline and everything and everyone is all  YAY NICK!!!  Storefronts have banners, restaurants are having parties, I’m sure drinks will be named after him in the local bars. …. OUR HOMETOWN BOY!!!…as if he’s actually our son or cousin or BFF since nursery school or ex boyfriend who we still get along with just fine.  (oh, but don’t we WISH!)

   I get it, I do. I think he’s really talented and a very nice young man and wow, what a thing to happen to someone.   The irony?  Just six months ago he was walking through town like the rest of us, just a regular Joe.   Now?  The girls scream when they see him.   My daughter works on the green where he held a hometown concert last week. You may have seen it on TV if you follow AI.   He was arriving at four with a parade and then the concert. I had to drive her in to work because employees were already told there would be nowhere to park. I saw the lines forming at noon.  WOW.

 26 years ago we were married in a church on this beautiful historic green.   What an awesome place to kick off his new life with his hometown crowd…….

 Wishing you the best of luck, Nick Fradiani!   Gee, your parents sure look familiar.. I think we shop the same days at the Big Y.  Maybe we’re cousins!  ðŸ™‚

 

Out on the front porch…

…there is a little bird.  She has built herself a lovely little well-protected nest on the  porch light.

I love her choice of nest material… the remnants of last years perennials
from the backyard. 

I did not discovery the nest early enough to photograph wee little eggs…
But alas, there is this – 

 

Justice?


   Chances are you haven’t been able to completely avoid the fiasco in Baltimore, even if you’re making a concerted effort.  What a tragedy in so many ways.   At the heart of it is a supposed long standing divide between Police officers and young men of the black community.  There is no trust, they say. Cops are suspicious right off the bat, they say.  We’re angry.. they say.   I don’t doubt that’s a factor.   How can it not be.  But lets be totally honest,  look at the statistics.  Who did you see in the news footage looting, robbing, destroying. Who was running from burning buildings to their cars with armloads of clothes, sneakers, pharmaceuticals?  Who torched 144 cars, destroyed 19 businesses? Set their city back at least five years?    As for the young man who’s death caused the protests in the first place? He had a rap sheet a mile long, he was a narcotics dealer among other things.  Was his death a tragedy?  Unless you’re Adolph H*tler or cut from similar cloth, any death is a tragedy.  But how much can we ask of our police officers?   If you’re not breaking the law, not running from the law, not known for drug and stolen property arrests for years on end, chances are you’re not going to die at the hands of a police officers.  It’s that simple.  I’m not denying there have been times when we’ve all heard a story where too much force was used and a tragic death occurred.  Some people shouldn’t be cops. That’s true of any career choice.  Weed out the few, but don’t condemn the whole.  And I hope there will soon be body cameras that do not interfere with an officers capabilities so that their actions can no longer be questioned, and the few rogue cops out there will be identified and lose their status. 


   M talked to one of our friends, an officer who has been at it a long time.  This is what he had to say about the current issue.  ” When we are dealing with a person who is high on drugs, and most of those who are committing a crime or selling dope ARE high on their preferred substance… they are ten times stronger than the average man while on the drug.  They fight with everything they’ve got, even knowing they are going to be arrested and will not win the struggle.  We have a protocol we are supposed to follow and we do it with the best of our ability. Remember we’re packing guns, tasers, other equipment as we’re trying to arrest the person and have to attempt not to use those weapons unless absolutely necessary. The perps adrenaline is running high and they are powerful on their drug, and our adrenaline is running high as we try to protect the life of the one fighting us, our OWN, and anyone who may be in the vicinity. It’s impossible in that kind of situation to have everything go perfectly according to any rule books, but we do the best we can with what we’re handing at that very moment, and we never know what that’s going to be.” 

Makes sense to me.  

I put this on FB yesterday – forgive the repeat if you’re a friend there.  It’s what I believe.    


     I have always been appalled by racism. Disgusted with some of the worlds history.. all forms of racism that exist… We are all PEOPLE OF THIS EARTH. And if you think white people don’t deal with racism, you’re wrong. Just a few of my experiences…and they are nothing in the big picture. I sat on a public bus headed for school and because I was the only white girl that morning on the bus, I was approached and the simple gold chain I wore was ripped from my neck. The group cheered. Here’s an irony – Because of my dark skin and non-Ivy League education, I was frowned upon by a boyfriends family as soon as they met me. He was honest about his parents clear snub and I am so thankful we didn’t last. 


    Of course we can’t change the past. But it’s sure hard to shape the future in a positive way when opportunist thugs use the “justice for” and racial profiling excuse to burn down and loot their cities, damage businesses, homes, neighborhoods. You only fuel the stereotypes when you behave in such a way. You want justice? Respect? The key is to give it. To raise your children so that they have a moral compass, a respect for life, not just their own. Teach them to value education and the law.. Are there rogue cops out there who shouldn’t have a badge? You bet, just like in any other profession. But the majority are hard working people who put their lives on the line every single day and we’re damn lucky they’re willing. I don’t care what the color of your skin is….the conversation needs to change everywhere, but it starts with taking responsibility at home. Period.

   By the way… BRAVO to the people of that community who stood by the officers, defending them, as their neighbors rioted and destroyed and threw bricks.  Bravo to the family of the deceased who, even in their grief,  asked that no violence be brought to the city in the name of their son.  Bravo to those who came out of their homes the next morning with brooms and garbage pails, cleaning up their city. Bravo to the mother who found her son among the looters and  dragged him home, literally. 

 Does racism still exist? As I said above.. you betcha.  Sad deal.  But that’s not the way to fix it.   

ROSA PARKS… refused to give up her seat on a bus.  She didn’t torch it.  








Sometimes the Success is not about the ribbons

   This weekend marks the first of the 2015 Connecticut Quarter Horse show circuit series. The four day Spring Classic has felt like anything but -spring-… temps in the 30’s at night, 40-50’s during the day. Indeed, we had SNOW for a while on Thursday. Are ya kidding me??….

   Anyway… 
    This weekend, as it turns out, also marks Team KMax’s retirement.  K and Max had to move up this year, to a division that brings a higher level of competition.  We knew from the get-go that we were probably going to find ourselves out of our league, but K wanted to give it her best shot regardless.  In this division, the horses are very specifically bred, bought and trained to perform at a certain industry standard.  Max is Old School quarter horse, and not what today’s standards require.  He’s not as refined as they like to see in the show pen at the higher levels, and we don’t keep him in  constant training at 20 years old to try to get him as close to it as possible.  So, there is compromise. After a few days of riding and mulling it over at the show, K came to a difficult but clear decision.  
“I think we’re done here, mom.  It’s clear we aren’t cut out for this level of competition and I think it’s time to bring Max home and let him retire. I’m really OK with that. I feel like it’s the right thing to do. “
   Where is the success in this story?  There was no attitude, no aggravation at any point, no sulky behavior or sadness or anger when she came out of class without placing.  There WAS a sense of accomplishment for having actually ridden in that level of competition and a peace of mind that comes with discovering the right path and feeling good about it at this point in the journey. 
   Today I am very proud of my girl.. and happy for Max.  After 20 years of the show horse life, he will come home to This Old House and live out his retirement years in comfort and without a heavy workload.  It’s a beautiful thing.

Waiting to exhale

  If you do nothing else today…. click on the link below.. read the post.  Leave your thoughts in her comments section after, please.    I promise you’ve never come across a more courageous, gracious, inspired and inspiring, light of this world person. I hope I never know the kind of war she’s had to wage to squeeze as much life as she can out of whatever time she has left on this earth.  She should have been given enough time to finish raising her sons, she should come to know grandchildren, she should have been a writer from the very start, she is that gifted.   Go see for yourself –  it will only take a few moments of your time, but it might change your perspective in a big way. Then, enjoy today in all its ordinary.   Just that.

Fighting Style

    Three guesses and the first two don’t count – on what kind of fighting style this girl sports.  Have you been a reader here at This Old House 2  for a while?  If we were sitting in an auditorium you’d all be raising your hands with the answer, smirk style, and you’d all be right.  

    I’m the first to admit it – if there is something that’s pissing me off, you’re going to hear about it.  If you’re the one doing the thing that’s pissing me off – you’ll hear it even louder.  I’m married to the same kind of fighter and that makes life interesting around here.     And curses are part of my vocabulary.. is it a New Yawk thing? … Nope.. because I still have friends who grew up right alongside me in New Yawk who say “Gosh”.    If I ever say ” oh gosh”… know there’s something wrong with me.    Not that there’s anything wrong with it, just so we’re clear here –  it is not a dig against -gosh- exclaimers.    It just ain’t me… it sounds so -wrong- coming out of my mouth.
 The good thing about all that is, you’ll always know where I stand.   The bad thing about that is… you’ll always know where I stand.    What’s better – the noise maker who wants everything aired out, cleared up, straightened out and -let’s move forward-… or the quiet one who stews, simmers, maybe even ignores, but makes a statement in another way, which leaves whomever was the pisser offer clueless.. so that there is no positive change because… clueless.  And you know.. that long slow simmer eventually eats your heart out if you ask me. 

   Then there’s the passive aggressive way of fighting… no arguments, no loud exclamations or swear words or burnt offerings. But there is the steady pushing back, the little insinuations, the gestures, the Oops, did I do that?.. things that are a payback, but they don’t really accomplish anything because it’s not all out in the open, you know?  You’re not saying what you REALLY mean, you’re just getting even.  So the other person is left.. .clueless. 
   Now, in a perfect world, there is no fighting.  Fighting should be obsolete! Let’s all get along!…
but where do we live?  In the real world. 
    So what’s your fighting style?  …has it served you well?  I don’t know that mine has.. I didn’t choose it..but it is what it is.