Spool Up, Down

Ramped up yesterday early, before the sun was up, a good start to a busy Friday ahead, ready to get a bunch moving forward, and then…

Things went sideways was tue kids started waking up and getting ready for school…

The youngest, spooled up herself, and not in a good way; she went from neutral to not; so much so was she spun that she quickly froze up, stuck, emotionally frazzled.

I knew in an instant what I had to do.

It meant a dramatic change of course; my plan for a productive work day vaporized.

I called the school and told them my daughter was going to be absent for the day; I let my boss know I’d be off line do to a family situ.

And then we stopped in our tracks. The screaming and the tears subsided.

Our neighbor took the other two kids to school. My youngest went back to bed, the only place she seems to find solace.

Spooled down.

A little later in the morning she got up again; she got dressed of her own accord, had some toast. We talked about what had happened; she shared her thoughts, great insights on what she was feeling.

I’m not sure I’m able to divert the next episode that might come up for her, but I’ve got more ideas about how to try to help her.

And the sky didn’t fall. We made it through the day. It wasn’t the way we’d planned, but we made it thought.

Up or down, go forward, ever forward.



“On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month”, the major Western powers who had been at war for four years, called an armistice; the day the “war to end all wars” was paused, and hostilities soon ended. World War I. More than 8 million combatants perished; more than 11 million civilians also died in during that war.

There had certainly been war between armies in the past; there have been several major wars since WWI as well; nothing on that scale of that first so-called world war; but then, any lose of human life is tragic, and especially on a mass scale.

Maybe part of the purpose of Armistice Day, of Veterans Day, is to honor and remember those who served, BUT ALSO,

Maybe the purpose be reminded that we as humans in society should always look for alternatives to violence to resolve our differences; between countries, between peoples, and within our communities.

Violence is never the final solution; let’s avoid it all together.

“Inspire Change”

National Football League teams. Seen on the back of football helmets at the base:

“Inspire Change” ~ a simple, powerful message. What does it speak to? So many different topics that this phrase might apply to:

In business,

In society,

In politics,


I’d only add the implied, additional clarifying word:

Inspire POSITIVE Change~


One day at a time, one circumstance at a time, make the effort when given the chance. Maybe even create the chance.



Lyrics Post: “The Big Money”

Sometimes you wake up with a song in your head and you gotta share it.

This one from RUSH. What I think of as the third chapter in their musical canon. GOOD.

“The Big Money”

Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies

Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money take a cruise
Big money leave a mighty wake
Big money leave a bruise
Big money make a million dreams
Big money spin big deals
Big money make a mighty head
Big money spin big wheels

Sometimes building ivory towers
Sometimes knocking castles down
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground
It’s that old time religion
It’s the kingdom they would rule
It’s the fool on television
Getting paid to play the fool

It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money give and take
Big money done a power of good
Big money make mistakes
Big money got a heavy hand
Big money take control
Big money got a mean streak
Big money got no soul…

By Peart, Lee Weinrib, Lifeson

Blog Like A Tweet/P.S.A: Get Vaxxed

Gotta say, so proud of these three, my kids. Not the youngest on the list: they’re 10, 9, 7. But so SO proud.

Rallied up for the Covid Vax, seemed to understand the importance, important to build immunity, important to stay safe.

Rallied up, got the jab, crying kids around us, but not these three; thou’ a little anxious, scared maybe, rallied up all the same,

So proud so proud~



Democracy, Low and Slow: Working The Polling Center

Duties as assigned. I’m a Floater. Story of my life.

Like a rover in the secondary of a football defense. Ready to help keep things together, and get the vote in, safe and secure.

Monitor the kids collecting the voting station binders and ballot bags, keep the binders organized.

We’ll see how it goes.

What are we getting?

*Sealed blue ballot bags

*Vote Center Binders

*The Key(s) In The Pouch In The Binder.

That’s how democracy is delivered. Low and slow.

A Rosary In Flight

Sat next to a lady on a flight recently. It was a cloudy, cool morning. Seemed like it was cloudy in this lady’s world as well. She crossed herself several times as she quietly prayed to herself (so it seemed).

The risks of air travel crossed my mind briefly, and swiftly departed. I’ve been flying all my life; I don’t have any fear of traveling in that manner. Certainly seemed the lady next to me felt quite a bit different.

But you know, she was still taking the flight; so that was something. She was seemingly traveling with the lady sitting next to her.

I hope her nerves calmed as the engines spooled up; I hope her prayers and the rosary she clutched gave her some sense of security. I hope she was at peace.