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Nebraska Appeals Sentence of Richard Thompson

In late breaking news, the state of Nebraska says it will appeal the sentence of child molester, Richard Thompson.

http://washingtontimes.com/national/20060526-110743-2455r.htm

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10:00 am. Well, this has been some morning. First thing when I booted up my computer, I found help from the wonderful forum at WordPress, and following their directions, was able to resolve my link problem. Only to find, sadly, that the link was to a now expired page.

I took a few trips back and forth from the forum and its people, then I took my camera from its perch on my desk and proceeded to prepare a nice friendly post for today. I took pictures of an amaryllis in full bloom, planning all the while my calm, non-provocative post.

In thinking this through, however, I suspect there may be someone lurking out there who may take me to task for having the audacity to harbor an amaryllis flower inside a stuffy house, when everyone knows such a creation is designed to be in the wild openness of the great outside. I fear there may be a lobby, a tree-hugging group, or a government mandate that will bring me grief.

Anyway, when again I checked in here, and found certain comments, I immediately abandoned Project Amaryllis. Ernie Blanchard's comments in my post, "Entire community wiped Out…" snatched me from a placid, amaryllis mood, to one of cautious defense and sweet aggression. For you see, Mr. Blanchard suggested strongly that I may be doing a "disservice to truth."

Just to let you know, I have never in my 67 years had a fist fight. I guess I'm not strong enough, don't know the techniques, and I really don't have the inclination to fight people. However, when I read that I may be doing a "disservice to truth", a cliche clanged in my head: "Those are fighting words." For above all, I feel I am a person of truth in my relationship with God, with my family, within my daily life, and with my writing.

In direct response to Ernie's post, I checked my facts, and as I did so, I came across the current news that is posted as a title here, and is linked to the current story.

I won't reiterate my response to Ernie. Please go to that post and let me know your thoughts.

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Silverware

Patina, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

 

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The Face of This Blog

I surely can’t locate it for you, but somewhere during my extensive reading yesterday, I came across a gentleman’s writing in which he addressed his disappointment at the lack of personal blogs. “Used to be more,” he said, “but now there are few. I like personal blogs,” he continued as he went on to describe his enjoyment of sharing in the day of a blogosphere resident.

When I began writing here at WordPress, I was asked to describe the weblog and tell of its intent and purpose. It was hard for me to find a category that was a perfect fit. Would it be music, travel, social, family, religious, photography, political, bookish, medical, technical? (the technical question was easy: NO 🙂 ) Finally, at least in my mind, I decided I was writing a personal blog. And, now, as a seasoned blogger (I wonder, though, can just over three months of blogging earn the title seasoned blogger?), I am satisfied to call my blog a personal one.

However, I’m not sure yesterday’s writer would agree that my blog is personal, for a fair amount of these pages contains material about God, politics, family, photography, travel, medicine, current events, the sciences and the weather. I plead not guilty, though, of addressing the technical, and think I have spoken little of music and books, except for the Bible.

Since I am unaware of a tight definition of such, I persist, however, that this is a personal blog. I feel safe enough, for I have never heard that Matt of WordPress roves this nebulous sphere, and, in a wily mode, snatches away the page of such writer as would dare hold forth on ideas that reside outside his or her self-designated bailiwick.

Oh, yes, this is a personal blog. It is a blog of me, my ideas, my family, my fellow bloggers who both agree and disagree with me, my politics, my faith, my God, my beautiful grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and Jerry, my husband of 50 years, my 4 accomplished children, my home, my charming town of Crestline, my friends, my joys, my sorrows, my fears and concerns, my insight, my ethics, the lessons I’ve learned, the course corrections I’ve made, my warnings, my teachers, my speaking and traveling and Bible reading, my church, the preachers in my life, my garden, my defense of the Gospel, and my pride in my country, even as I acknowledge its imperfections.

Oh yes, this is a personal blog. For a person is not an empty form, nor a vacant entity. Rather, a person is a being of life, of thoughts, ideals and of mission.

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The Terrible Significance of Disarray in America

At dusk on Saturday evening while I was in San Diego, I drove to a shopping area in Chula Vista and went into a discount department store. I will not name the store, but Wikipedia names it a Fortune 1000 company, and you are likely familiar with it. There are 714 of these stores, located in 26 states and in Guam. The third largest off-price retailer in the US, they carry clothing, footwear, bedding, housewares, jewelry, beauty products and various other items.

I travel a fair amount throughout the United States, and for many years now, have shopped in these stores and others like them. The discounts are large on the moderate to high-end products they stock and the stores are easily accessible and well-lighted. Over the years, my credit cards have racked up thousands of dollars in off-price retail stores.

In recent months–probably over a period of a couple of years–I have noticed a sharp deterioration in the appearance of certain of these stores. A few months ago, in the Bay area of northern California, I was aghast when I walked to the shoe area and saw scores of shoes strewn on the floor, mixed with clothing, toys, books and who knows what else. It was almost unbelievable, and I called Jerry over to look at the wreckage. That store sets in an area of the country that has one of the highest standards of living anywhere. A very modest house costs five to six hundred thousand dollars. We are not talking slums or ghetto here; this is upper middle-class America.

I entered the Chula Vista store on Saturday, took one of the small wheeled carts and began my shopping spree. The entry of the store nicely spotlighted a Mother's Day gift display, and I browsed there a few minutes before pressing to the interior of the store. By the time I arrived at the rear portion of the store, I had selected a couple of items and placed them in my cart. The store was fairly busy, but not overwhelmingly so.

The lingerie section flagged me. The floor beneath these racks that held women's personal items was covered–I say covered–with fallen garments, to the degree that there were layers of clothing, mounds of them on the floor where the women shopped. I watched the shoppers' feet push aside the garments, and occasionally someone would bend down and select an item from the floor.

But it was in the housewares section that I observed such chaos and disarray that it flat stopped me in my tracks. One aisle was utterly filled with lampshades, window blinds and other large items. No one seemed concerned, neither clerks, management, or customers, for that matter. I turned left and saw a deserted shopping aisle–deserted because it was stacked several feet high with pillows, bedspreads and rugs–right down the middle of the aisle. It was impossible to walk there.

It was surreal, especially because no one appeared to think it out of the ordinary. It was as if a bomb had exploded and the shoppers merely continued their shopping, giving no evidence that they observed any disruption, nor heard the explosion, or smelled smoke. I saw no signs of management scurrying to clean up these messes, but saw additional stocking of merchandise, and employees who appeared at ease and who were routinely going about their business. I watched a young man nonchalantly wend his way through piles of stock, as he rolled in a new rack of clothes that within a few hours would no doubt be pitched to the floor.

I parked the shopping cart, went to my car for my camera and prowled the store taking pictures. Two are posted here.
My observations on Saturday extend beyond my jolting experience with an off-price retailer, but go to the tragic mindset of much of America. We are in disarray, our minds and souls are cluttered and lack focus. Too many of us nonchalantly slouch through the day, little moved by the debris surrounding us, and gripped by a deadly malaise that reveals the depth of our crisis.

I will be communicating with the CEO of this company and directing him to this blog. His response should be interesting.

Tags: CEO, disarray+America, shopping, shoppers, off+price+retailer, Chula+Vista, Bay+area, Guam

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Saturday Shopping in Chula Vista II

originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

 

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Sage Buxton

 

Originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

Last night, when I read the article that follows this one, I was reminded of how blessed Jerry and I have been as our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were born. Despite the joy and anticipation that surrounds the miracle of each birth, there always is a degree of tension, for we understand well the emergencies and life threatening situations that may suddenly arise. When our babies are born and their tiny bodies examined, when those infants develop at a normal rate, when they walk and talk and interact with us, when we see evidence of a steadily developing mind, we are thankful. Very thankful.

 

Sage is 3 years old, is our great-granddaughter, and was born by C-section. Jerry and I haven't kept her overnight yet, but we will soon. She is placid, and of a rather serious nature, but her mom, Christina, says she is a drama queen. Christina is now pregnant with a new baby and worried to me a couple of weeks ago. "Sage has been such an easy child. Hope my luck holds with this one."

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The Children Are Gone

You sweet souls who have followed my activities over the past couple of weeks will know that our retirement home up here in the San Bernardino Mountains has been invaded by kids–not the goat kind–the grandkids and great-grandkids kind.

The convention Andrew and Shawnna were involved with in Los Angeles ended last night, and today they picked up their youngsters. Tonight, Pappy and Granny have reverted to Jerry and Shirley–a quite tired Jerry and Shirley, let me assure you.

Scroll down if you want to see the beautiful faces of :

Brady, the 3 year old baby. He is so laid back he didn't start crawling until he was almost a year old. Concerned Granny here got on the floor with him one day to gave him crawling lessons, but he just grinned at me and stayed stuck to his spot. Pediatrician said he was fine, and he was fine, and is now. He and Pappy call each other turkeys.

Five-year-old Cole is the Dennis the Menace of the family, a charmer to whom strangers gravitate. His smile lights up the place, but can quickly change to thunder and storm. Cole seems to have musical talent, and, since he was four, has taken guitar lessons.

When Gentry was younger, he was a little withdrawn and Chloe and Nathaniel (a cousin) used to gang up on him. He's a sweet, naturally polite child, who in the last couple of years has become more assertive. A whiz in Math.

Chloe, a gregarious 10 year old (11 in a few days), who was born talking and hasn't stopped yet. She devours books and is learning to play the violin. She loves to help me cook and wants to be a chef.

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Gentry Buxton

Gentry Buxton, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

 

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Picnic In the Woods

DSC_0299, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

This log was near the spot where we spread our picnic yesterday. We were there for a couple of hours in warm sunshine, then the wind picked up and we had to scurry home.

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Pensive Thane Buxton

  originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

A computer-age child, he told me a bit earlier: "I'm going to the post office with Pappy to get the email."