Almost Dickensian Here in more ways than one……

It is that time of year….although the title of this post could apply to many other things. However this being the time of year that it is, the words seem to make more sense now.

For one…there is a major difference bet the two world that existed in the personal vein bet last year and this year. In addition to the diet helping me to drop 38 pounds, the ability to walk more often sans a cane is becoming more the M.O.of the day. Contrast this with where I was last year when the scales were not friendly and walking was an excercise that needed the use of some assistance.  So there is a small tale of two different burgs seperated by 1 years distance of time.

There is also something else that has been a world of difference which has to do with the folks who one  surrounds themselves with. While I do have folks who I am close to around here locally [aside from the Gang of 5 and their staffs] there is a difference bet those who I am close to now and then in the online vein [**** included the postings to whom continue…there is something to be said about unconditional love and consistency] and those who I was in with last year. As in that the people who I see online and chat with, there is more of a greatly diverse vein of opinion, countries, family structures….you get the general idea and yet where I was spending more time before was, while a gender issues place something akin to a massive pity party. While no one, least of all myself is going to argue against the need for a place to vent problems…there is something to be said about this issue being used as so much of a crutch that  all other maladies are seen as being centred on that. Odd because if it were that in full, anyone who is afflicted would not be able to breathe, walk or let alone think….if this was as overwhelming and all consuming as let’s say mobility based illnesses.  If one were to add the cliquishness or even the bullying into the HRT, GRS in order to fit in, this would give even schoolyard spats a bad name. But with those who I talk to in other places, one does have a chance to explain themselves…barring the person on the other end is not flipping out and blocks the posts of the originating party. This is rare….and does happen, but there is more of a ‘let’s give said person a chance ‘ attitude which is helpful. Hence another tale of 2 situations……seperated by that funny little space-time continuum. [By the by this was not to run down places like what I was alluding to and there is a solution. That would require that the folks who do not want to see bullying or those being belittled or run down by the larger society to practice this type of  ‘zero tolerance’ within same, as well as correct those who  run off and use their words to build up their own lack of self-esteem at the expense of others. While this may be asking a lot, the logic in this makes a great deal of sense, especially seeing that there is a need to set an example for the younger generation who will be seeing what is going on and see this as a model for their own behvior]

So in many ways the Dickensian aspect here is to look at how two different situations which are only seperated by time have either evolved or if quantum physics/string theory is correct can be placed side by side to see why and how things worked or did not. For myself I am happy about the evolution because it means there is a level of happiness which has been key to the health situation being all the much better. Which means too…the upcoming year and years should be happier than what had been present over the past few. Oh yes….the cats are happy with this too…



And with that….seeing it is that time of year…..Happy New Year….may the next one be a damn sight better than the last one for all. So from the land of the colourtini..enjoy the words as the pics fly through the air..


About rheapdx1

Just another geekette from the Pacific Northwest. Windows computer tech, as well as the mom to 2 cats. My blog is more or less about life; the adventures in fixing PC's, the trips to the doctors....otherwise known as my 'gang of five who keep me alive', the cats...and thoughts about a particular person who I am deeply smitten with [if the person only knew how deep that goes *S*]. Otherwise, this is ordinary.
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