The Jena 6...I can't NOT say something.

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I don't usually do political type posts, but this bothers me. Or rather sickens me. The fact that anyone - white or black or anything else- would think that hanging a noose because someone of another "race" sat underneath a tree is anything short of a threat is insane. The fact that these young men were charged, convicted and jailed for defending themselves against that threat is worse...but one young man was - quite possibly- NOT EVEN THERE is beyond the pale.
This is not a race issue it's a human issue. If someone hung a noose where I had been sitting - I'd defend myself too - I'd wager you would too.
Please think about it, pray for these young men and write the Department of Justice, your congress person and anyone else you can think of.

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Two months to the day, tears again

I walked out of violin lessons again - this time it took all of ten minutes. I think she enjoys humiliating students. Particularly since I told the her the last time that I find the "One and two and One and two and" routine humiliating and that I don't learn that way. I PROVED to her that I can get it if she plays it for me I DID Ode to Joy. Even weeks before the book called for it. In fact months before.
I did it in June, by listening, we *just* hit the song by natural progression in the book last week....2 months later. BUT *I* am wrong and stupid for learning that way.
THIS is why I won't ask Kyle for a lesson - I learn to hate and fear music teachers Tell me why would I have Kyle, whom I love and admire and am inspired to no end by, teach me, and learn to hate and fear him? Thanks I'll stick with loving him from afar.

Merengue this week.

We went to the Dance lesson and practice dance again. Merengue and the Cuban Shuffle.
We had a good time in spite of having to take Moira....poor kid was a trooper but it seemed unfair to her after the teacher's kids left to leave her in a room and lock the dutch door on her. So we left early. I don't think we've made it through an entire class yet. :( We do enjoy it tho'.

9/11 May we always remember.

9/11/2001 ....I was at work when the first plane hit, by the time the second one hit I was home. I live damn near across the street and walked it. I walked in the door, turned on the tv and watched the NEWS reports...and listened to Music.
The Barras and Great Big Sea and found comfort, hope, joy and love in the music. And I got on the computer...and into a live chatroom with friends from around the world. With in seconds I was joined by Stacy from Nova Scotia, Alex from Italy, Teddy from England all wanting to know what the hell was happening here.
And I couldn't tell them...I was 500 miles away from NYC and farther from the Pentagon. PA was closer - but still 100's of miles. But Buffalo was weird. With in hours we had armed soldiers on the streets. Scary, weird and sad. Never in my life did I think I'd see the Army called out for anything but snow removal here.
It was shocking to see the towers fall and more shocking to think that 3,000 people perished that day.
The country pulled together in it's shock and grief. Folks did things like donate blood, money, clothes, time, prayed, cried, stitched quilts, and talked. There were flags hung and candles lit. There were vigils, and country wide "nights out" and other things I am not thinking of...and people talked.
But you know all that talking, did no go instead of listening and growing closer we've become farther apart...and now folks who are Mid-Eastern looking, or Muslim in appearance are suspect more than ever. Type cast and feared...and most are good decent folks who just want to go about their daily lives.
I think that adding to the fear in this world, that we all live with - is one of the bigger tragedies of 9/11/2001

May we never forget either the victims or the lessons.

Stitching Again

I miss my stuff...especially grandma's embroidery hoop...it felt "right" in my hands. Smooth and soft and well, just right. I have a newer one but it's not the same - the softness, the smoothness isn't there, there's no connection and I miss my grandma's.
It was worn smooth by three generations of stitchers at least....Grandma, mom and me...and I used it incessantly. Daily, even.
I haven't been stitching since the break in...that's the longest I've ever gone with out stitching. It just hurts so much to have "lost" all that..to have it taken. Sigh.
But I am stitching again. trying to catch back up to where I was...I lost almost a dozen ornaments that were done save for the back stitching. And I think one that my Aunt Terry made me before she died. I think I still had it there. I can find the mate but not that one.
I hate thieves. Really hate them.
But everyting can't be all that bad if I can still stitch. Right? Any how wish me luck,,,,maybe someday it will "feel" the same again. :(

Somethings are truly irreplaceable.

My car got broken into yesterday. They left the radio, the cash, the cds and took...are you ready for it? My sewing kit. Yup, you heard me. My sewing kit. Now noncrafters are probably laughing at this point,,,but I had several hundred dollars of craft supplies in there...some of which that can not be replaced.
I found some of the older patterns on ebay. ( and I never thought I would say this but THANK GOD for ebay.) This is a GREAT thing. But I can't replace the antique scissors or the embroidery hoop that was my gradmothers, or the scissors that my brother gave me when I was 14 or several other bits and bobs that are best described as heirlooms.
My Barra's ticket stubs where in there from concerts from the 1990's ..I had just dig them out of stuff packed in my best friend's attic at the moment. I wanted them home with me, so they were just put in the bag that morning. Can't ever get those back, either. My nephew's picture. I hope he has another for me.
Most of the rest of it I can get back...but I hate to think of what this person with do with it when they figure out that it's of no value but to me. I hate to think of grandma's stuff in the garbage. It makes me want to cry.
If you're the praying type, please say a prayer of two that I get at least the irreplaceable stuff back. thanks.
off to have a cry.