By: Esther M. Powell
Posted on: Sat, May 01 2021 - 11:26 am
May 8, 2021
The people on the political Right in this country think it's okay to avail themselves of social programs that supply them with aid when they need it (ancestors of Ted Cruz and Mitt Romney come to mind, as well as an erstwhile friend of mine).
Now the supporters of the Left are showing their true colors. Jobs abound, but these so-called supporters of the common good are not taking them. The double disability offered by the government for not working makes them disinclined to go back to work.
While this is understandable, it could be argued it is not for the common good. I remember being shocked to learn people intentionally didn't get jobs while on unemployment compensation so they could take their entire six months of partly paid vacation.
While my mother mocked me for wanting to feel needed, I think it is too bad that so many people in our society feel unneeded.
The multi-billionaires in our country could easily do more for it. The amount of money I earned in a year in my heyday could be multiplied by thousands and not take away a thing from their lifestyle. Noblesse oblige, aristocrats! Take care of your government and its people - your fellow citizens, who put you where you are.
Going back to work would demand a greater real sacrifice from those in the middle and lower classes, but their failure to do so is dumping a killing load on those who remain on the job. Those workers - my partner among them - are often doing the jobs of two or three in their workplaces. Imagine the stress!
And let's face it: if you don't take work when you are needed, work might not be there for you when you need it.
It looks as if Ayn Rand, (dead for how many years now?) may yet be in a position to take down our society. Not singlehandedly, though. She must have more devotees than Jesus.
May 7, 2021
The big tree-blooming orgy of May is almost over, but the other day I smelled the intense aroma of lilac without at first spotting the shrubs. Yesterday I walked by the wisteria at the Lanier mansion and it is just budding with cone-like form. Only one or two of the little blooms that comprise the inflorescences had popped. Today the featured exhibit was a few locusts blossoms along the bridge. These are normally some of the sweetest, but I couldn't catch a whiff today.
When I walked on the bridge today, I had another kind of whiff - the memory of when I walked it with my one and only English as a Second Language student from Japan. I'm afraid I didn't do very well by her as a student, but we did have fun.
Lots of jobs sound easy enough, but their simplicity is deceptive. The only consolation I had for my inadequacy was that I was a volunteer. Still a lame excuse.
The memory of her is a bittersweet one for another reason: I wonder if she is happy she is not in the U.S. today? Given the awful treatment Asians are receiving from the racist element of our population she may well be glad.
May 5, 2021
Oh, the irony! I remember my youthful days when I was too young for some jobs.
Then, right around the time I graduated from college in 1969, there was a glut of college graduates. I figured I would go to graduate school to avoid getting stuck in a "shit job."
My graduate studies didn't pan out (maybe I was in the wrong field?) so I found myself in the job market again in 1971. Not a good time to be looking for work. I never heard all the lyrics for "Wooden Ships" but I heard the words "We are leaving... You don't need us." I thought they referred to my generation "dropping out." I certainly felt they applied to me. (Decades later my mother would mock me for my own need to feel needed, as she perceived me.)
I got lucky in the early nineties when I really needed work and worked for several years, but a year or two after I moved to a new state the job market became more difficult - part of the tailspin caused by the destruction of the twin towers in New York City and its aftermath.
Once I hit my midfifties, back in my home town, I didn't find it easy to find work, so I stopped trying. One place I visited was a factory. Those folks had no need of me, for sure.
Now that I am seventy-three (73!!!) the factories are begging for workers. I'm a little tempted to test their level of desperation. It would be nice to have a bigger barrier between us and the wolves at the door.
But no. My immediate need is not great enough to counteract my aversion to interviews, evaluation, ageism and judgment.
The sad thing is that the kids who could walk into these jobs don't seem able to face working at all. They fear the inevitable exploitation.
Too bad we won't allow immigrants to come in and work.
We need them.
May 4, 2021
Rainy gloomy May day with flowering trees browning and blasted tulips frowning and tree peonies flopping.
What will these rains bring? I'm tempted to call this recent weather the May Monsoons.
May 3, 2021
It's hard to imagine the plague-like conditions in India now, all because of the coronavirus pandemic.
People in our small town are much more relaxed. I had not heard about any more deaths from the virus, but evidently our grand total is now 81 deaths. Sometimes I walk into a small shop and there are three or four of us without masks because we are all vaccinated. Life is a lot more like normal.
Maybe it shouldn't be, though. Evidently our county is one of very few in the state in which coronavirus cases are again climbing. Time to be reminded that we should not relax yet.
Meanwhile the pandemic rages still in India, where deaths in the street are not uncommon. The suffering is unimaginable.
Yet some people persist in saying there is not enough happening in the world to keep cable news networks busy for 24 hours a day.
It's true it would not be healthy to watch too much world news because it is too sad and depressing, but I am a little shocked at how much information we are not getting until fifty or seventy-five years later.
More and more I find myself irritated because for once in my life I have come to the realization that if I have to wait fifty years for the truth, I won't get it at all.
May 2, 2021
Whew! I just wrote a whole article I had to erase because I wrote it in a state of confusion.
The funny thing is, it was about the verse
The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on
Nor all your piety nor wit can lure it back to cancel half a line
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it
...but ha, ha, I just did! I wrote on the wall and now it is gone.
...unless someone managed to read it before I deleted it... and of course it is still virtually alive, at least for a while before its electronic last gasp...
And now it is in my memory, even if no one else stumbled upon it before I erased it....
Oh Reality! Oh what is and always will be!
I bow before thy might.
No tears tonight. Just blushes.
Just flights and crashes.
May 1, 2021
Enough brain and navel gazing!
Happy May Day!
After being nestled (or trapped - whatever) in Indiana for going on two years I am taking my superpower of relative immunity and going out into the world.
Today is for a fine weather walk wearing my new eyeglasses, shopping (Fine Threads), garden touring (Lanthier Winery - which has some Indiana wines as well as colorful blooms) and hopefully eating outside at the Lighthouse Restaurant.
Today is for sun, sun, sun and the rhyming f-word. Time to get out, time to go wild and pagan and dance around a May pole, if you can find one.
Hope you haven't spent all your stimulus money on a new TV. That's a winter sport.
Of course, speaking of sports, there is the Kentucky Derby later today. The weather couldn't be better!
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