Friday, November 9, 2018

HOW I BECAME IMPORTANT ON THE INTERNET HIGHWAY...


Wow! I'm so important!

According to my email today:


*I'M A LOST PRINCESS who can receive the inheritance left for me in the rediscovered will of the lost monarchy of my family--if I send money!


*I HAVE AN INTERNATIONAL award waiting for me--if I send money!

*I AM THE LAST SURVIVOR of a former South African royal family, and I can learn more about my property and monetary inheritance--if only I send money!



WOW! WAIT TIL THEY FIND OUT WHO I AM!



THE NOTORIOUS WITCH ROSE OF THE GREAT LAKES

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

VOTE IN YOUR OWN VOICE ...

When I hear a conversation about the 19th Amendment, giving women the right to vote and also to hold office, I think back to a conversation between my mother and father. It occurred when I was a child in the late 1940s, and the conversation was surprising to me, given the usual husband-wife balance of that old-fashioned time.

"Clarence, how are you going to vote?" my mother asked my father. Right in front of us kids, he firmly told her, "I'm not going to tell you."

"But why?" my mother wondered. "I don't want to take the chance that I might vote differently from you and cancel out your vote."

Apparently my father didn't appreciate Mom's show of support in this regard. "That's why I'm not telling you," he replied firmly. "Women worked hard for the right to vote. It's your personal right. If you think a different candidate would be a better choice, then you should be more than willing to cancel my vote."

I never did know who liked which candidate and who voted for whom, but I never forgot that conversation. My father, the traditional Quiet Man, was standing up for a woman's rights, and his message was a message for me as well.

Many years later, after my husband Bob and I had been married for decades, I looked out into the yard and noticed a political sign being installed for a candidate I wasn't supporting.

"What's that sign doing there?" I asked my husband. "I haven't been contacted about it and that's not my candidate."

"I ordered it," he casually replied. "You can get your own sign."

By the end of that day, there were two separate signs prominently displayed in our front yard, each for a different candidate. To make things clear, my husband had attached a HIS sign to his candidate's sign, and I had attached a HERS to mine.

The signs stayed for the duration of the campaign; no arguments, no hard feelings. They were simply expressions of our personal opinions on the matter.

I had married a man who, like my father, respected a woman's right to think and vote for herself. And I, my father's daughter, did just that.


Tuesday, October 30, 2018

"OUTA THE WAY, CREATURE! ... I'M TAKING OFF! "




TUESDAY'S IN THE HOUSE ...


Sipping coffee in the library, watching the new day evolve...

The mist along the east horizon slowly picks up mauve, and then a slender stripe of cloud against blue sky gleams brilliant gold


As that begins to fade, a vertical cat-scratch bit of cloud takes on a neon pink... and then a curving jet trail becomes an unexpected monotone pink "rainbow..."

Good morning! Tuesday's in the house! She's pretty!
                                                                        
                                       ~~Rose Moore


Sunday, October 28, 2018

SUN-DAY MORNING? ...


This morning's a stage set for a Hitchcock
Daylight appeared in a dark, sodden robe of thick clouds. 
The sun is above this, I know, but I don't think we'll see it today
It will stay cold and rainy, and the winds will kick up. 

So I've brewed strong hot coffee, turned on the music, and lit every light in the house. 
There! That's better!
SUN-DAY IS UNDER THE WEATHER...

Friday, October 26, 2018

BLURRY MORNING, FEEL OF RAIN ...




At daybreak, my vision was blurry. Then I realized it was actually thick valley mist, held close to the ground as temps rose a bit in the night. Now things have cleared, but clouds seem more likely than sunshine today, with rain in the forecast for later. Grin and bear it. Sometimes your sunshine must come from the spirit within you.