WORLD SHARING NOW THAT HALF OF 2021 IS GONE

SHARE YOUR WORLD 6-29-2021

Hard to believe half this year is already gone. I’m sure there were other months, but do I remember them? Nope. The months have scooted by and not even marked their passage. Maybe this is just the way things are now. Nothing new and exciting is happening and I’m not really thrilled with the idea of anything new or exciting anyway. We’ve had plenty of new and exciting over the past four years, so calmer waters are fine.

A lot of us seem to be kind of slow coming out of “mental lockdown.” It wasn’t just the physical part of lockdown. There was an emotional part during which because we were doing nothing much, we didn’t let ourselves feel very much. It was easier that way.

Meanwhile, it seems to me that everybody has something going on. Mostly physical stuff. It appears we are getting older even though we haven’t done very much with the time. I was sure that to get old you had to be busy, doing stuff. Who knew you could fall apart even if you are just sitting around? That’s not fair. Is it?

What do you think of the idea of the ‘greater good’ principle?

We’ve been watching “Madame Secretary.” We didn’t completely miss it, but we missed the beginning of the show. We also missed a few of the middle years. Some of it is familiar, some of it isn’t. So now we’re watching it from the start, show by show.

One of the central themes of the show it the “greater good.” The awful things they do for that “greater good.” They never really say what party they represent, but I have the feeling they are mostly reprising the older Bush years. He was CIA, as are many (most?) of the other people on the show. What’s most interesting is not how much things go right, but how repeatedly they are trying their best to fix the world and it nothing ever goes right. Even when it seems to have gone right, you just know that in one or two subsequent show, it will all turn to shit.

Also, I’m still reading “No Ordinary Time,” during which all the good stuff they tried to do in “the New Deal” disappeared during the war. They didn’t deal with all the racial issues and there were as many then — maybe even more — as there are now. They locked up all the Japanese in our very own American concentration camps and completely ignored the slaughter of the European Jewish community. It wasn’t that they didn’t try hard enough. They didn’t try at all.

As far as race relations went, they did essentially nothing. They talked a good game, but that was it. Talking. Kind of like fighting mass shooting with thoughts and prayers.

They also did a pretty good job trashing labor unions, refused to deal with the southern block of senators who are, to this day, refusing to allow change.

Over all, the “greater good” has never been very good, much less great. Or greater. Mind you, this book is a biography of the man many people to this day regard as our best president. If he was our best, maybe Trump wasn’t our worst. Maybe it will get even worse. It’s an appalling thought, so I’m not thinking about it.

All things considered, I don’t see a path forward. We aren’t going to do anything because we’ll never confront the corporations who own us or make a serious effort to break down that old southern block who have been doing their level best to prevent America from making real social progress. They aren’t going to suddenly develop a conscience, not after all these years of hanging tight to their hate and bigotry. Why should they? They get what they want and will keep getting it until the world is no longer livable.

WE are the conscience of the world and we’re not getting anything done either. I’m not even sure what we could do. What’s left? Short of a revolution which none of us are going to fight, what more is there.

Do you enjoy riding a roller coaster or other amusement park type ride?

I love roller coasters. Other rides are okay, but it’s the roller coaster I love. And the carousel. I know they are just wooden horses going around in a circle with music playing, but I love them anyway.

There is some serious nostalgia in the merry-go-rounds of this world.

Which musical instrument is the most annoying to you personally?

I like most instruments. I very much dislike the sound of high soprano operatic voices. To me, no matter how good the singer is, it sounds like a shriek and it makes my head ache. Not surprisingly, I’m not an opera fan.

Would you rather have a vivid imagination or a photographic memory if you had to choose just one?

Definitely a vivid imagination. The idea of being able to remember everything is awful. It’s bad enough remembering what I remember, but to remember EVERYTHING? Yikes!



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  1. I wonder often, perhaps more so now, how the world has survived in spite of its ‘leaders’. I don’t have a definite answer (does anybody?) but perhaps the ‘greater good’ lies elsewhere than in formal institutions.

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  2. Thanks, Marilyn for Sharing Your World! Excellent thoughts on the ‘greater good’ question. You hit a lot of the points right on the head with your usual wisdom and wit! It’s a true pleasure to have you explain such concepts (to me anyway) because I know I’ll understand them better at the end AND get some wisdom along with the answer. Your photographs were stunning, as usual, I just LOVE that one of you and Garry! That’s how it felt to me when I rode one on the very rare occasion I could be talked into doing so. I’m sure my hair was standing on end, and I had my eyes screwed tightly shut! Perfect. Carousels are amazing, they have (had?) one in a big park in Salt Lake City, which they’ve maintained since the turn of the 1900s I think. It still works and they sell tickets. It’s very popular for all kinds of ages of riders too. I am SO GLAD that you mentioned the soprano opera singer. I thought I was the only one who thought that ‘singing’ sounds like shrieking. I guess not! I’ve been watching “Morse” (a British murder drama) and the main character is a Wagner opera buff, but loves all kinds of opera, so they play some of it as background music frequently throughout the episodes. Maria Callas is one of the sopranos the character admires and I always ‘mute’ the TV when they play her singing. I can’t listen to that stuff and I quite enjoy opera aside from the soprano singers. Hurts my ears! Have a wonderful week and enjoy your beautiful location. I hope it stays at least livable as to temperature there!

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    • I’ve learned a lot from watching “Madame Secretary.” There are a lot of secret ops going on and what keeps striking me is how frequently EVERYTHING goes wrong, no matter how carefully they plan it, no matter how good the ultimate “good” is supposed to be. Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone kept out of everyone else’s business. So much of the world’s ills are fomented by well-intentioned people who are trying to fix things that they don’t really understand. They rest is all greed and corruption. Of course, more than half the time it’s good intentions bizarrely mixed with greed and corruption. What a mess we’ve made of this world! Madame Secretary was on regular CBS, so if you are interested, it’s probably playing as reruns on some regular network station.

      Those screechy sopranos get me. Garry finally admitted he doesn’t like them either. It makes him want to remove his hearing aids. There is beautiful music in opera, but for reasons that elude me, the highest pitched soprano is always the “lead” singer.

      The heat has finally hit us too — I should say again because we got it first, at the beginning of June. We are going out of June the same way we went into it. The birds are staying in the woods. They drop by, grab a seed, and fly back into the trees. I’ve put out water for them, but they don’t seem to “see” it. it’s just about 100 here. Hopefully the heat will break before the week is over, but no one really knows. Climate change has made weather very unpredictable.

      Coney Island’s roller coaster was also OLD. When I was a kid, it was in terrible disrepair and sometimes, pieces of it would fall off while you were on it. Now it’s a national treasure, so they are constantly rebuilding it. You may very well have one of the clones of the cyclone. There were maybe five or six of them made. I know there is one in California and it’s possible you have another one. I think they used to have one in Chicago, but I think that maintaining it became hopeless and they took it down. There was one in Michigan along the shore of Lake Superior (is that the right lake?). The rest are gone. They had one out west in Massachusetts, but a few years ago maintenance became impossible. The wood was just too old. What they’ve done with the Cyclone is clad it on both sides with steel. After 80 years, it still runs, though they had to shorten its first drop which had been nearly straight down. It always got my heart pumping — although the last time I rode it with Kaity (who was 8 or 9 and had broken one arm, so she did it with a broken arm — what a kid!) and we rode is six times in a row (and that was just the afternoon because we’d ridden it at least three times in the morning), I was less scared and more worried a pigeon would land on the tracks and derail us.

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  3. LOVE ROLLER COASTERS AND CAROUSELS, HATE SCREECHING SOPRANOS. WE’RE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTHS THERE., MARILYN. THE FIRST DATE I EVER HAD TOOK ME TO CONEY ISLAND. WE SPENT EVERY FOLLOWING DATE THERE. THE REST WERE AT TE MOVIES. I SHOULD HAVE MARRIED THAT GUY, BUT I WAS SO YOUNG I MADE MAJOR MISTAKES IN MY DECISIONS.

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    • One of the things I always loved about Garry was that he would try absolutely ANYTHING from weird drugs to roller coaster, to wind surfing and sky diving. I introduced him to spending the better part of a day on an 80-year old wooden roller coaster and horseback riding. If my back weren’t quite so bad, I was almost ready to try sky-diving. The one thing I could NOT do was teach him to swim. I think he missed that piece of growing up because there wasn’t any place for him to swim. I was lucky in that my very old high school (it’s now a museum) had an Olympic-size pool, so we were all required to learn to swim in order to graduate. I think we were the ONLY high school in New York that still had a pool.

      Now, everyone — or anyway, a lot of people — have above-ground pools in their yards, but no one had heard of such a thing when I was a kid.

      Yeah, you problem should have married the guy who would do anything that was fun and I should have married the rich (but incredibly boring) guy whose family owned an island off the coast of Florida, but dear god he was dull! And also, I suspect, not all that bright. I could have definitely lived with the money, but the dumbness made my eyes roll back into my head.

      Some of us just can’t marry for money unless the money comes with at least some intelligence and wit.

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