It is Christmas time once again! I think that we have no more or less worries this year than we ever have had any other year. There are humans around the world involved in murder of one kind or another be it all out war or individual homicide. Homeless, desperate, hungry people with problems of all kinds live on earth in this century still. We humankind are extremely slow learners. We put the 'Christmas Band aid' on everything each and every year. A lot of charitable organizations like the Salvation Army do a great deal of good; but alas it is never enough to completely right the wrong. I believe the latest 2012 statistic, that is available on how much money it would take to eradicate poverty, is 135 billion dollars. It seems to me; as well that the 175 billion dollars used to promote war in 2012, could have been used on poverty instead war. Perhaps the people in power will suddenly become intelligent in 2014. In the mean time let us use large band aids and hope that will help matters. I just know that our Creator is the main reason for this season. I know that He wishes we would do better for our 'brothers and sisters'. That is one of the many reasons He came to us in the form of the 'Babe in the Manger'! I print a rousing 'Hallelujah' in affirmation of my facts and thoughts and for my pastor Beth! The Wee Few Thoughts of Dylan the Dog
This is Christmas Eve tonight and whatever way good Saint Nicolas enters our home I hope he brings something for me. I don't want a lot....just a little slice of turkey. Merry Christmas to you all! However honesty does not preclude manners at any time. Over the last year I have had at least ten instances of this happening. An individual, or a representative of a corporation or government says something like, "I or we don't want to hear that from you, you must have done such and such or you did this or that to me or us". In most of these cases, I have not been guilty of the 'crime'; but merely suspected of it as it is easier for them to play the blame game than finding out what really happened or that they forgot something. I try to sensibly retort without belligerence and they resort to screaming, crying, or bureaucratic double talk. There is another scenario that plays out all too often. Someone or some organization that I deal with often tells me I should buy a product of theirs. If I don't I won't be able to acquire something I need or desire. It is a kind of intimidation and it is my opinion people should not be able to legally do this nor when you buy a product should they be allowed to hold back any payment information for any part of the product just to get you lured into buying it. These scenarios just do not make sense at all to me. So as part of my New Years resolutions, I have decided to ignore all meaningless or mean input. I will do the paperwork or apologies when warranted to the best of my ability; but that is all I owe and when neither is due I will not bother. I am old enough not to have to put up with crassness, rudeness, or undue criticism from anyone of any age or walk of life. I should be able to walk away from the situation if I choose or to be able to expect the instigator to hear me out without interruption. I also kind of think that I should not have to constantly treat another person or institution with kid gloves or as if they are right all the time, or as though fragility is a part of their psyche. To me that is not a relationship or good customer service or respect of another human being; but an emotional hostage situation. I just want to have a pleasant, productive, mutually helpful conversation with another individual or company; without what I say being critiqued or misquoted or assessed by other people. The art of good conversation is all but extinct these days. I believe that is what makes building relationships, either personal or business so difficult in 2013. The problem will continue into the next year if we as a society don't try to do something about it. We all need to be more forgiving before the fact, absorb more grains of salt, stand up for our own rights, and respect ourselves so others in turn respect us.
Note: Both the Province of Ontario and the Federal Government charge way too much in Taxes of all kinds, to all of us no matter what our age. The Wee Few Thoughts of Dylan the Dog Humans really have a hard time figuring out just what to do when something unpleasant happens. We in the doggie world just show our distaste or disapproval by peeing. That is the end of the conversation and in our world that is polite. But I think it is nice to do it in the same spot so I don't taint all the lovely white stuff. Up until the last month I was a happy 'Blogspot' blogger of over 7 years. I did not get any notice of what was to come from Google. Nor was there any chat or phone service I could call to ask about my problem. My beef is and was this; I could not get into my posts nor could I post a new blog article. On top of that, they put over 6 articles I had already posted into the draft area; so that my readers could only see articles from August 2013 and back.
Needless to say I am not amused! Google seems to be renowned at present for not communicating with anyone; who uses their 'products' on the internet be they bought or free. I would certainly appreciate some communication as to my status on 'Blogspot'. To my knowledge, I broke none of their 'rules' nor went against any of their policies. As for 'gmail', I forgot my password a few weeks ago and it took the better part of my afternoon to get it straightened out so I could use my 'gmail'. As I have stated this has all occurred in the past month. Google if you want to keep people as customers; whether they be free or paying ones, then use your collective brains and savvy and open up real lines of communication with us. Send me an email and tell me how I am to fix my problems on your 'Blogspot' site. Stop thinking only of your collective corporate butts and start thinking of the people that had a part in putting you where you are today. The Wee Few Thoughts of Dylan the Dog I really feel badly. Some of those articles lost on Blogspot included my 'Wee Few' and that has disappeared from site. Hopefully Ruth can fix it with the help of a concerned Google. The only other thing on my mind is this. If Santa comes down the chimney for children how does it work with a dog house? Don't want the lady canine upstairs to miss Christmas. Our friend upstairs is getting a dog house built for a mostly husky breed lady to ignore at $300 a pop! Oh boy isn't bureaucracy fun???? Don't forget; as my human Mom says...."Big Brother is Watching You!". This Gentleman was a rare commodity in this world. Not only did he have convictions he had the courage of his convictions. Rest in peace Nelson Mandela.
Christmas is coming but it just isn't the same as it was when I was girl. Back then, people were content with so much less. It truly was a time of less being more. It wasn't that children were not spoiled during the season; it was just that they appreciated the things they received and knew their parents were spoiling them. Sometime during the season we would attend the Santa Claus Parade, I would get the chance to sit on Santa's lap at Eaton's Department Store at College and Yonge, and to gaze at the fantasies shown in Eaton's windows that particular year. When I made my 'Christmas list' I could choose two Santa presents, one present from my parents, and received a stocking full of little things. Back then, stockings usually had a tangerine in the toe, chocolate coins, wrapped in coloured netting, little tilt or push toys, small animal puzzles, and chocolate santas. Any other gifts that were given by siblings or other relatives were unexpected surprises that they chose.
The family being together for a wonderful Christmas feast was considered the gift we all gave each other. Being together playing board games, having conversations, and watching our parents having fun. But the focal point during the Christmas season for all of us was the birth of Christ. Mom appreciated us going to midnight mass with her and Dad. The service was at our little Anglican church in Unionville on Christmas eve. I fondly remember sitting between my Mother and my oldest sister Betty. I usually ended up being carried to the car half asleep every year till I was around 6 or 7. My mother decorated with real pine boughs, a live Christmas tree, and real mistletoe for years. Dad would somehow put up coloured Christmas lights outside despite the fact he was not a handyman as such. Mom and my sister Betty baked for a month before Christmas, and the whole feast was home cooked. Both of them were excellent cooks and every year was a culinary triumph. But the things I remember with the most fondness were a ceramic Mary against a golden 'fan' on the mantle and a Nativity scene down where the children could see it; but could not touch. I just know that Christmas was more joyful and more about faith than fantasy back then. I think that around my 35th year Christmas became less than the joyful Christian holiday it was long ago. The commercial hedonistic attitude that is part of the season these days, often can make the Christmas canvass gray. However; in the last few years, since I have been home again, a lot of that joy has been renewed. I think that it is because I am active in a church again. The real and practical suggestions that have been given by the pastoral couple at that church around the different seasons; particularly Christmas, have been the one thing that has renewed my outlook. I hope that all of you have a Blessed Christmas! The Wee Few Thoughts of Dylan the Dog All I want for Christmas is a few soft treats to eat and maybe a toy. I sure would like some green grass instead of all that cold stuff. I don't ask for much. Perhaps 'Peace on Earth' for humans and animals alike is my special wish. Have a Happy Christmas all of you! |
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I am a mother of three, grandmother of three, and a full-time Writer in Ontario, Canada. My mission is just to be the very best writer that I can possibly be! I have written poetry and short stories since childhood and some have been published. I enjoy writing articles, copy and other online projects. Prior to moving to the United States, I was a social worker and sociologist for over 20 years in Canada. I am now back in Canada, completely downsized; residing in a room with kitchen privileges. Thanks to God for long friendships and loving, caring, friends! I did live here near Toronto with my dear little Pom, Dylan. My Blogs and Sites
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He asked me this morning If I had seen his specks, I said well Love, You had them last by heck, Did you leave them on the bureau In the bedroom my Dear? No I didn't my Darling, Nor the study I fear. Well are they in the living room then my Pet? No I don't believe so Sweetheart, Are we going bonkers yet? So I turned around and faced him, and laughed with great glee, They are right on your face Love, Exactly where they should be! Author R.D. Shultz copyright by R. D. Shultz There are moments in life when you wish you could bring someone from Heaven...and spend the day with them just one more time, give them one more hug, kiss them goodbye or hear their voice again. One more chance to say I Love you. In remembrance of our loved ones who are not here..gone but not forgotten!
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