Do we really wanna go there?

What make a woman caustic? Maybe we don’t really want to go there. Lately I think I’ve been pretty critical. And though I say, “Please, God, don’t let me be like my dad in that respect,” I have seen my father’s daughter of late. It seems that people just don’t have any common sense any more. Doesn’t anyone think further than the ends of their noses? Use their heads for something besides hat racks? Consider the consequences for actions BEFORE the actions are done?

I remember when life was good, and a lot simpler. Anyone who wanted to work had a job. If you went job hunting first thing in the morning, by the time you got home you had a job…the same day! A young man and a young woman could get married, buy a car, a house, have a family and put food on the table. One full time job for everyone. A chicken in every pot.

Families—four generations—gathered together to celebrate holidays with big dinners or cookouts, and children actually knew some of their relatives, extended families included.

I don’t know if we have the world by the tail or if the tail has us. Who are slaves? What are we slaves to? (OK. Grammatically correct: To what are we slaves?) Do we own our possessions or do our possessions own us? Are all of those things WE THINK WE NEED more important than the things WE NEED? What DO we need? When we are on our death beds breathing our last, what do you suppose we’ll think about? What will be most important then? Why isn’t that what’s most important now while we can live the gift of life?

What do parents teach their children? What did our parents teach us and their parents teach them? And what will our children teach their children? What do we want history to say about us? Or are we so fatalistic that we don’t think it matters because the world will end 12/21/2012? When will the floating stop?