I thought I’d put the question to you, the readers, rather than face up to the queries that continually come to me via email.
“Where are you?” I’m continually asked, and then I get a complimentary word or two about people missing the blog. I’ve answered with a standard response: ” I’m getting myself together.”
Unfortunately, that just begs the question as to what that bunch of wording is supposed to mean. True, I’ve been missing in action. But like my kids always declared, “If she’s not talking, enjoy the quiet time because Heaven be our helper when she decides to open her mouth.
” Ah, the kids! While on the one hand they can’t catch on, on the other hand they are quite astute.
What have I missed writing about? Yes, the shooting in Isla Vista. What’s to be said? Once again, the signs a kid displays are ignored. The family tried for help but the “authorities” knew better.
The police interviewed the kid prior to his shooting up the town, but the men in blue neglected to conduct a thorough investigation. Why? In my book, they decided he was not troubled because he came from a prosperous family and had all the mannerisms that are produced by a mainstream home environment.
In times gone by, my frequent commentary was a view on news events that had a relationship to parenting. But my hiatus has brought me to know we’re inundated with violence perpetrated by young people, and the media glorifies these misdeeds with coverage that influences more kids to duplicate the craziness.
Slenderman groupies, two of them, kill their 12-year-old friend because they said they believed their murderous act would place them in high esteem with this make-believe video game character. And who might Slender Man be?
If you’re anywhere near my age (and I’m not revealing my years) you don’t have much of a clue. I had to ask Brandi, who gave me a brief overview but haughtily said, if I really wanted to know I should Google. I didn’t really want to know that much, but in case you do, here’s the link. Click here
Now, for the good side of life: There’s a cute yellow canary that’s been flying around my yard this past week. Should I catch him and put him in the spare cage that was once occupied by my canary named Tommy Tucker (that the cat ate)?
The bird gets to remain free. But what about the predators? What about his/her survival?
Then there’s the Mama Bear who with her cub who visited a great home in Monrovia last week. A great home because the homeowner didn’t call animal control. She said she watched the animals frolicking in her yard and knew when they were through visiting they would return to their habitat.
Irresponsible not to have made that telephone call for the bears to be tranquilized and given a ride back to the forest?
But as my kids always knew, silence on my part meant, for them, some new rules and regulations. Since readers aren’t my kids, returning to the blog isn’t about a new order, but let’s see if it’s a new direction- does only writing about such things as the Birds and the Bears work for any of you?