An Autumn Saturday… page 105

Day 198 – 09/26/2020

Welp, Diary, it’s just you and me today – Kim’s playing PickleBall and then he’ll be in Car Show Heaven for a few hours… after he makes the Saturday breakfast, of course, and not because his wife’s a needy wench, it’s part of the weekend.

I was surprised by my pretty toes this morning after looking at raggedy pigs for months on end. Staying viably human seems really important right now for not losing sight of me and not inviting an *Undesirable* label via my icky and useless elderliness. Takes a little effort, but it never hurts to look your best, wherever you’re going.

… wearing great lipstick and nail polish. 💋

Sometimes, like right now, I wonder about the ways other people are interfacing with the compounded challenges we wake up to every day. Has the inescapable reality of current events caused people to dig deeper for understanding, or are the majority still managing to avoid the inescapable, as humans are wont to do. It’s only curiosity, but it would be encouraging to know that most people are looking soberly at the world this morning.

It will all be… what it will all be, and there’s a payload of peace in accepting that. My head and heart have had me in fight mode since 2015 and now they’re tired. Not giving up, not giving in, just resting in the knowledge that I’ve been faithful to say what I know and the weight of the world doesn’t rest on my shoulders. We’re at the nexus… the things that happen now will come at warp speed and they’re entirely out of our hands save for one crucial item, our VOTE. Meanwhile, attitude is everything.

“Morning will come, it has no choice.”

― Marty Rubin

Something that brought its own kind of joy yesterday… and needs to be kept for whatever posterity follows… my Uncle Vic, who turned 91 this year and has spent a lot of his life delving into and recording our family genealogy, found his dad’s, my grandpa’s, military registration card online. Grandpa joined the Army at 17 and fought at the front in the European Theater before coming home to start a dynasty, so the call-up is surprising and amusing.

Grandpa was a 43-year-old self-employed electrician with an industrial-strength family by the time this showed up. My cousin Michael, Uncle Vic’s eldest, says: It’s a draft notice, even though 1) he’d already served, 2) he had 8 kids in school, and 3) he had a son in the Navy! Grandma said, “Nice try, but you’re staying home.”

My grandpa, WWI, 17 years old
My grandparents, their nine children, and first grandchild, around the time Grandpa got his midlife draft notice.

Reese DNA is marinated in service to country and all six of my uncles served in the military, three of them in Korea at the same time.

My Uncle Vic in Korea, about age 21. The other two brothers were 17 and 19.
Uncle Vic in January 2020, 90 years old, beating a grandson at cards. You don’ wanna mess wit da’ lions. Note the Reeses mug.

That was then… this is now. They survived the unthinkable, all of them… why should we not hope for the same grace?

Let us not look forward

Nor back. Be cradled, as in

A swaying boat on the sea.

Friedrich Hölderlin


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dee A Poe
    Sep 26, 2020 @ 20:05:26

    I love family history, and this is really interesting. It’s nice to have a good distraction these days. I’m trying not to wallow in fear, anger, uncertainty and just feeling like nothing is right these days. I want to have hope that some things will get better, but it’s a battle. I know I’m the only one who can keep my mind in a good place, so that is honestly my goal every day. But, my gosh, on top of the regular bad stuff that comes from being my mom’s caregiver and knowing she isn’t getting better (of course it isn’t, I know that it can’t and won’t) it seems to be getting worse, this world is a hard place to be a part of. I did get to spend time with my grandson today, and tomorrow he, my granddaughter and my daughter will be back, and that’s what I concentrate on the most. That and the hope that maybe, just maybe, our country could be in for a change for the better before too long. I hope for that so much. Maybe I should do a pedi for myself… or at the very least for Mom.

    Liked by 1 person


    • Judy Smith
      Sep 26, 2020 @ 20:24:06

      It’s a mood-lifter, Dee, at least for me. Just about anything that makes the world brighter and lighter for a while is prime. We’ll all hold hands ‘til we get somewhere safe again. Love you…



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