Random Thoughts

I have been thinking a lot this past week on what seems to be an over-emphasis on FIRSTs in our culture. The first steps. The first tooth. The first born. The first time to have sex. The first haircut. The first word. The first car. The first time to roll over. First.   First.   First.   We photograph them.   We brag about them.   Heck, we even make BOOKS about them. And I have wondered why the lack of acknowledging the LASTs… Is it because the LASTs are so scary?   Too frightening to confront? The last time to drive. The last time to speak to your loved ones. The last smile The last time to walk.   To run.   To jump. The last time to shop. The last time to kiss.   To hug.   To make love. The last vacation. The last meal. If we could embrace the LASTs as much as we do the FIRSTs, would that make them more meaningful?   More tender?   Might they not be as frightening to us?   If the lasts were some

It’s no secret I am not a trump fan.   And it might also be obvious that I am an Obama groupie. So Tuesday night when I went with my sister to Bunco (a game the ladies in her neighborhood play once a month), I found it quite ironic and sort of hilarious that we ended up seated at a table before the game started to chat with a woman who was going on about her “trump tree” for Christmas!   When we first sat down I thought I must have misunderstood her.   I mean, my right ear is completely plugged up from a cold and she was on my right side…   “Surely it must be a ‘jump tree’ or a ‘bump tree’…” I thought.   But no – she went on.   It turned out she had purchased red, white, and blue trump ornaments to adorn her tree.   Then she put ribbons all around it.   And of course, no mere star would be bright enough to top that beauty off, so gracing the tippy top was a MAGA hat.   Yes, a trump “Make America Great Again” hat was the piece de resistance of her holiday décor!! I tried n