No matter how bad last week was, the next week doesn’t start off any easier.
If you need B7 to be called to win a double bingo, it won’t called until the next game
When you are hosting a family holiday, chances are something big (i.e. plumbing) will happen the day before to put your plans in snafu mode.
There is NEVER enough time to read! To read the newspapers, your non-fiction books for work and then reading for pleasure – I need six more hours in the day – just to read! Then I also need six more to write.
Which brings me to the topic of technical books or basic non-fiction. If the writers of these books would simply write them like a Tom Clancy or Nora Roberts book, I could remember everything in it and recall important information. But reading non-fiction is like digesting sawdust through my brain cells. Ugh! Better yet, put romance in it – Slot A loves Flap D but Slot B has set her sights on Flap D – Flap C won’t be so easily set aside…
For each task I accomplish there are still a million left on my To Do List.
Today a local radio station started playing Christmas music 24/7 until the New Year. I don’t know if I should cry, sing along or drink. Would it be overkill if I did all three?
It’s time for find my mittens. Last year I bought a pair at a crafter fair. They are made of felted wool and match one of my coats. Now I wish I had a pair tucked inside every winter coat I own.
With our second mass shooting in two weeks, when will we realize the current status of gun laws in this country isn’t working to keep our citizens safe?
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WriteForLife2017 
Hi Mary Beth;
Thanks for your persistent invite to the Writer’s Guild last weekend and my betterside giving in inspite of “a million left on my To Do List.”
As we all agree that in this stage of the third act, million turns to billion and a busy life becomes admittedly unmanageable. We are simply a leaf once tickled and shoved by wind and now being carried down by a stream. Yet, we are a part of that awesome autumn picture until our last breath.
Indiana where I current reside has a very lenient gun laws. The joke is a Chiraque drives down across the border, purchases the firearms and shoots off the neighbors. I have been debating with these bullet heads about a common sense gun laws – that gun is different than fist, or knife. It is a portal of no return – that once you pull a trigger, you cannot bring the dead back – that one wipes out the right of another human being. During the heated discussion after that California shooting, I thought I was connecting to a few of my colleagues, Second Amendment hard defenders.
One said, “Jae, but we have already too many guns out there. Nothing going to change that and people will die from the stupidity.”
We start with talking about it, find a common ground and shared a vision of better life, then perhaps putting down on a piece of paper as a law of the land. Then perhaps, the creek would change its course, the fallen branch would lay astride to the flow and millions of leaves build up a soft dam and perhaps slow down the drifting.
So, life along the creek.
Thanks,
Jae Pak
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Jae,
So poetic! I’m so glad we got to spend time with you! Many family members and good friends own guns, and they are responsible owners who keep them locked up. They are also of sound mind. So many challenges including mental health and privacy play a factor as well. I wish I had the miracle answer, but I do not. I have compassion for my fellow human beings. Sometime I think those with power forget “things” should never take precedence over human lives.
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