Demystifying the Preposition

No, that is not really what I want to talk about.

I want to discuss the current propensity people have of mixing up the English language. They mock it, and abuse it here. This United States of America. This is not the Queen's English as we all well know. There are definite Germanic influences, as well as a host of others. Everyone had to learn the lingua franca, and that was English, so it became a bit of a mish-mash, much like the culture, which is fine by me. It makes the country an interesting one to live in and the laissez faire attitude that anything goes, provided you can be scandalous enough and make enough money at the same time. But ah, oh my word, I become quite irate when I hear things like "The amount of people". Really! That is unforgivable.

There is a host of common errors, and I was delighted to find page upon page of similar complaints on the Web. I suffer not alone!!!

Now there's a new one, quite cringe-worthy, ain't it?

Small Town Living

So Mr. T stopped on by to see what new developments had occurred since he last visited us ...um, what was it.... 18 minutes ago...? He is a dear old man, not without history, an interesting one at that, but I digress. He told us a delightful tale that typifies what small town living is all about.

It seems that an elderly spinster was wont to hang out her washing to dry every day. And every day, the washing would be taken down from the line at 4 p.m. One day her neighbor discovered that Miss C's laundry was still flapping in the breeze at 4:30. Alarmed, she called someone at City Hall. They too were alarmed, because they knew that Miss C's laundry should not still be hanging out at 4:30. City Hall called her sister. Her sister was not at home. So they called the sheriff to go and check on the elderly spinster. After all, this was an unprecedented situation. There had to be something seriously wrong for the washing to still be on the line that late in the afternoon. By now it was 5 p.m. and she would surely be needing her p.j.'s soon? So the sheriff dutifully climbed into his car and made the trip down the block to Miss C's house. He knocked on the door, and to his immense relief, Miss C opened the door. Hale and hearty she greeted him with her usual friendly smile and asked if she could be of assistance.

"Miss C," he said. "Your neighbor had noticed your laundry was still hanging on the line outside. Is everything all right?" he asked.

"Why yes, Sheriff! I was watching my favorite TV show and forgot to bring it in!"

Case closed.

Such is small town life, when people care enough to worry about you because they know exactly where you are, what you are doing and when you will be doing it. When did this story occur? 1950's, 1960's, 1800's? No, it was just a few months ago. See, people still care.

Meditation and Full Moon

Had a great meditation tonight with two friends~ neighbors~ who are trying to spread some light in the world. The conversation was thoughtful, interesting, deep. We talked about many things; the state of the world, skirted around politics, places to live, people we love. What brings us together is a sense that there is more to life than just the endless chase, the hectic schedules, deadlines, the insane demands placed upon us, the pressures we have to endure in order just to exist.

Then, we float away, absorbed into a greater light, a bigger love, a feeling of utter peace. I feel my body vibrating, has someone turned on a light? So much light behind my eyes. I am somewhere else, somewhere far away but I am here in myself at the same time. I am expanding, growing and I become one with all that exists, and it is good. It is something so simple, so elementary, that connection with the Om-ness of Being.

Thank you dear friends. We meet again next week. At 7. Come and join us if you like :)

"Cultivate more female vanity", "My Brilliant Career"

Why are people not allowed to be themselves, to express the inner selves regardless of gender? Why does everything have to be classified? We live in a world of such absolutes, life is not like that, not black and white, not right or wrong, except for what society declares it to be. And what if no once cared? What if we said, "To heck with that!" Would we lose our moral compass?