Happy Thanksgiving 2024

Originally posted 2021: Time flies; hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving this year.

For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have so much to be thankful for it’s hard to know where to start. So I will start with you - the MOTI who gather here. We are like family whose members don’t always agree and some times  even squabble but are nevertheless connected by a deep common bond. Unlike real families our bond isn’t blood but rather the shared values and principles that our country was founded on and we learned to cherish. We are bound together by our Constitution, the guide to building an America where freedom, opportunity, prosperity, and civil society flourish.

I am thankful for the many other things I have to be grateful for: I’m grateful I was born on the cusp of the 50s, when America was great and nobody was ashamed of that.

A Sears-Roebuck Dutch colonial; ‘colonial’ - you could never list it that way today.

For having been born to a world where individual freedom, self-reliance and personal responsibility were core values of everyone who aspired to be a good citizen, and that was nearly everyone.

Where the freedom call of the open road was a siren’s song

beckoning us to explore the land and our place in it.

I’m grateful that I was born when America was seen as a melting pot - and that was a good thing, not bad. A time before ‘cultural appropriation’ was a thing and, if used at all, applied only to the Brits raiding Egyptian tombs.

Taco Tuesday wasn’t a thing and tacos weren’t racist

I’m grateful for having received an actual education focused on knowledge, critical thinking and how to think rather than indoctrination consisting of what to think about such things as ‘critical race theory’ and other ‘social justice’ issues.

I’m grateful that I was raised in a time when many people, black and white, worked to correct true civil rights injustices. And when “peaceful protests”

meant marches and sit-ins rather than riots and and the creation of fake victims to be exploited for political gain.

I’m grateful for having been young at a time when it wasn’t necessary to feel guilty about everything that I ate, drank, drove, bought or dreamed about for fear of being selfish and killing the planet.

Just because it was cool

For these, and much, much more, I’m truly grateful. I will wrap up this Thanksgiving post with my annual MOTI Thanksgiving prayer from my mirror days:

In addition to all the other blessings

you have conferred on my reflective frame

I wish to thank you, Lord,

for the companionship of steadfast comrades

whose wit and wisdom and strength

help steer me through these tempestuous seas

of flattery and lies churned to fury by the ill will of demagogues.

Amen.

A special thanks to all who visit here. I wish you a peaceful, happy Thanksgiving unmarred by strife. Because there is always, always something to be thankful for.

Prayers for all in need.

We’re All Robots Now

When AI takes over the world:

And that is often very difficult to do.

Unrelated note: I received a box from Jettie yesterday. It made me cry. I haven’t opened it yet because Jettie wrote in big letters in her impeccable handwriting “OPEN DECEMBER 1”. I’ve no idea why but I will honor her request. I hope it contains another handmade Blue Dog Christmas ornament. Prized before but now cherished.

Bless Kubla for mailing all of Jettie’s Christmas cards and packages. Wishing all a very good Sunday.

Inspired

I think the Cabinet appointments are coming along quite nicely, how about you?

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What A Week

 

What the heck, we just got Trump elected, that’s enough for one week. But feel free to be an overachiever if you’d like

Election Day Open Thread

I hear there’s an election today.

Any thoughts? Anyone?

R.I.P. Jettie. You Will Be So Missed.

Ah, my heart is made heavy by the loss of our Jettie. To call our Blue Dog unique is an understatement. She was a one of a kind firebrand of good humor, honesty, justice and generosity with a healthy disregard for authority. And by healthy I mean she had none.

Sure, she could be prickly if you inadvertently hit one of her hot buttons but she calmed down as quickly as she went off. With nary a disingenuous bone in her body you always knew where she stood.

A true independent product of Alberta’s prairies she could have been a cowgirl. Instead she followed her dreams all over the world with career stops in New York, London, Thailand and who knows where else. Yet ultimately the prairie girl was lured home where she made it her job to harass the local bureaucrats.

We’ll all continue to benefit from her contributions to our vocabulary. While she didn’t invent them all she did introduce them to our collective blog-speak: plonk, fur mops, the infamous “fek” and hence “Justi-fek” and a lot more that I forget.

Her mailbombs were legendary and guaranteed to bring a smile to the face of the recipient. I was a frequent recipient of her thoughtful packages and cards. Here’s a birthday card she sent one year that still makes me laugh whenever I run across it. It’s just so Jettie:

I have mementoes from her both here and in Park City: beer mats, Iditarod paraphernalia, refrigerator magnets and most recently all purpose hand knitted potholders/cleanup mops. Not to mention the handmade Blue Dog Christmas ornaments which are magnificent and will always be cherished.

One year I got a birthday package containing canned salmon (which she thoughtfully translated into American ounces), Canadian dried dill and Jettie-grown dried parsley (for the sauce that goes with salmon patties), maple syrup, almond nougat and many other goodies.

This year’s package contained Japanese sweets and Canadian Cheezies, far superior to Cheetos.

So here’s to Jettie: one of a kind, kind-hearted and genuine. Her spirit burned bright, sometimes hot,but always lit our lives making them a little bit better for it. You will never be forgotten.

I think Betty Anne’s description was perfect:

A woman without guile, generous and loving, soulful and truthful and without compare. She lived her life without flinching, fierce as a lioness, gentle as a lamb to those she loved. She was the meter, the weight and measure of truthfulness and honesty. She's with Jesus now!

Flight and Fight

Having a bit of a rough week so you kids just go outside and play.

And while you’re at it maybe provide captions for the above photos. I’m pretty sure the first one has something to do with Elon Musk and the second with Donald Trump. Your thoughts?

Spirit Flowers

These were waiting for me on Friday when I got home from my daily radiation treatment,

with a note saying “Fight, Fight, Fight! Love, the MOTI.” And I will. I can feel the love and encouragement that accompanies the floral arrangement and appreciate it more than you can know.

I’ve not done the colors justice as they are deep, vibrant crimson and royal purple. Absolutely gorgeous!A wonderful surprise and delight to the end of a long week. Thank you, all, for brightening our weekend and helping me get ready for next week. Thanks is hardly adequate for such a thoughtful and delightful gift.

Fall is slipping by all too fast but by all accounts it’s supposed to be mostly sunny and unseasonably warm around here all next week. Wishing you all equally fair weather and a wonderful week. Shore up your strength for election day, we’re likely to need it.