There is never trash in our car. On that note, this week’s post is A) way tardy and B) a digest of odd bits so please, bear with my disparate collection of things cluttering the view of my world disconnected in its unity.
I won’t speak to my other half and his early life (pre-me), but my cars have never been populated with pop cans or fast food wrappers. Grounded in a basis of fact or not, I have always wondered if the inside of ones’ car is a reflection of ones’ inner thought life. Spiritual? Can’t say. Or maybe it was just having learned early on how much of life was messy and beyond my control. But the inside of my car? That I could do. Whatever the reason and for all those years, I’ve never had a trashy car. But maintaining standards, even ones as mundane as a litter-free interior is not accidental.
For me, the Buick’s center console lid has proven essential in my trash priorities. Lifting the lid, I can slide one handle of the plastic grocery bags over it and ‘voila’, I have an open trash bag hanging over the floor hump in the back…an ever ready place for the trash I generate in the course of my travels. A place for everything and everything in its’ place. If the Amish drove Buicks, they’d approve.
As practical as all of this is, what makes the whole trash receptacle practice hum is committing to periodically switching out a filling bag for an empty one and beginning afresh. Until I didn’t…
‘Routine’ in Life has been hard to find lately. So being, I pulled the latest trash bag from the back of the console…even though I knew I didn’t have a replacement to put in its’ place. Until today, I had every good intention of pulling an extra bag the next time I’m checking out at Wally World, much less take an empty bag from the bag filled with them that lives in our pantry closet. But I haven’t. It’s not been that getting a replacement bag is unimportant…there just always seems to be another pressing priority wiping out the thought from my unwritten to-do list. Weird, eh?
As fascinating of an insight my trashy tale must be into the minutiae of my day-to-day life, there are unanticipated ramifications generating lessons to the story I never saw coming which, come to think of it, is usually the way these things tend to work out.
The other day, I realized there isn’t much that can drive the introduction of new behaviors to meet age-old problems like good old fashioned OCD! Point is, I don’t (can’t) let the trash stay…not even overnight.
Without a trash bag in the car, my only option is to take it with me to the nearest waste can – center islands at gas stations have proven particularly convenient drop spots. Granted this may seem like a lot more hassle than just remembering to bring down an empty trash bag, but I’m doing it. Why?
I think I learned as a little kid how useful it was to have places to put my emotional trash from the passive aggressive battlefield constituting much of my childhood. Someone said something cruel? No worries, I have a place to put that. If I hadn’t done something exactly right? It’s OK. I can stuff that into my bag too. You can see the looming physics problem of time and space. All the ‘trash’ became so heavy it was difficult to move with any joy.
For years, I professed to be a simple child, but the older I’ve grown, the more I don’t think living with all the trash I was collecting made me (or anything else) simple. It was a good chapter when experienced professionals helped me realize the power of emptying much of what I’d spent so much time and effort collecting. OCD or not, I like clean and orderly – in the car and in my life.
There is going to be trash. The difference is deciding not to keep it inside. If I impart anything here, the next time someone hits one of your hot-buttons from childhood; an old insult that may still sting from a time you felt less-than, say ‘thank-you’ and leave it on the curb. It may be trash, but it isn’t yours anymore. What you keep is your decision, not theirs.
In these times of daily assault on what has been the norms of civilized behavior on the part of those in pop culture and our political life, this selection just seems like the aspirin I’ve needed to maintain my composure in the face of that which is clamoring to be viewed as ‘norm’. I refuse the seduction and choose to listen to James Ingram and Michael McDonald’s guidance on the subject. Having Quincy Jones involved doesn’t hurt any either.
FUN FACTS: “Yah Mo B There” is an R&B song by American singers James Ingram and Michael McDonald. It was written by Ingram, McDonald, Rod Temperton, and producer Quincy Jones. The song originally appeared on Ingram’s 1983 album It’s Your Night, released on Jones’s Qwest Records label. It was released as a single in late 1983, peaking at No. 19 on the U.S. charts in 1984, and No. 44 on the UK charts also in 1984, (the remixed version by John Jellybean Benitez hit No. 12 in the Spring of 1985 in the UK), and has subsequently appeared on several of Ingram and McDonald’s greatest hits albums as well as various 1980s compilation albums. The performance earned the duo a 1985 Grammy Award for Best R&B Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals. It was one of a series of very successful duets involving Ingram. It also received a nomination for Best R&B Song, losing to “I Feel for You” (Prince). The song is in reference to God and the power faith can have over difficult times, “Yah” being the shortened Yahweh – the Hebrew name for God.
With that out of the way, now to honor those who have passed from us in the past week. May they each and all put in a good word for us on the other side. Their details are as follows:
ERIC PETER VERBEECK – April 18, 2000 ~ March 6th, 2018
‘Dear Mommy, I am so sorry to do this but I have killed myself.’
A transitioning teen’s tale as reported in the Miami Herald.
“MIAMI — Many Miami Herald readers couldn’t help but notice a half-page obituary notice that ran Tuesday. The sheer size of it and its large photo made it hard to miss. Also grabbing attention, the age. Eric Peter Verbeeck was only 17 when she died on March 6. The smiling, bespectacled boy who grew up in Key Biscayne was a month shy of her 18th birthday, which would have been April 14.”
READ FULL ARTICLE AT SOURCE: www.miamiherald.com/news/local/community/miami-dade/key-biscayne/article205044709.html PIC: © Verbeeck family photo
STEPHEN WILLIAM HAWKING, CH CBE FRS FRSA
January 8, 1942 ~ March 14, 2018
So little I can say about someone who’s impacted the very framework in which so many of us think and function. I do envy Dr. Hawking in this respect…now he knows what the Universe really looks like from the inside. Travel well, good Sir.
READ ONE OF MANY ARTICLES ON THE PASSING OF DR. HAWKING @ https://www.theguardian.com/science/2018/mar/14/stephen-hawking-professor-dies-aged-76
THOMAS BERRY BRAZELTON
May 10, 1918 ~ March 13, 2018
Dr. T. Berry Brazelton, Who Explored Babies’ Mental Growth, Dies at 99
“Dr. T. Berry Brazelton, America’s most celebrated baby doctor since Benjamin Spock and the pediatrician who revolutionized our understanding of how children develop psychologically, died on Tuesday at his home in Barnstable, Mass., on Cape Cod. He was 99.
His daughter Christina Brazelton confirmed the death.
Before Dr. Brazelton began practicing medicine in the early 1950s, the conventional wisdom about babies and child rearing was unsparingly authoritarian. It was believed that infants could not feel pain. Parents were instructed to set strict schedules, demand obedience and refrain from kissing or cuddling. Babies were to be fed every four hours, by the clock, preferably from a bottle. When children were hospitalized, parents were allowed few if any visiting hours.
Dr. Brazelton, echoing Dr. Spock, whose book “The Common Sense Book of Baby and Child Care” became a best seller in 1946, rejected such beliefs and practices as being senseless, if not barbaric.
“He put the baby at the center of the universe,” Dr. Barry Lester, a pediatrician and director of the Center for the Study of Children at Risk at Brown University, said in an interview for this obituary in 2009. “We take for granted all the changes he helped bring about. He more than anyone is responsible for the return to natural childbirth, breast feeding and the ability of parents to stay with a hospitalized child.”
Nevertheless, Dr. Brazelton’s work never entered mainstream pediatrics and is not taught in most medical curriculums…”
READ SANDRA BLAKESLEE’S FULL ARTICLE IN THE NEW YORK TIMES @ https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/14/obituaries/dr-t-berry-brazelton-dies.html
DOROTHY LOUISE McINTOSH SLAUGHTER
August 14, 1929 ~ March 16, 2018
CHAMPION OF WOMANS RIGHTS DIES AT 88
(CNN)Rep. Louise M. Slaughter, a Kentucky blacksmith’s daughter and the first female chair of the House Rules Committee and one of the longest-serving Democrats in Congress, died Friday at age 88, her office announced.
The dean of the New York congressional delegation had fallen near her D.C. home last week, suffered an injury, and had been hospitalized at George Washington University Hospital.
A major fixture in Democratic politics, she was serving her 16th term in Congress.
House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi said Friday in a statement that she was “heartbroken by the passing of the congresswoman,” just one of several top Democrats who used the term “heartbroken” to describe their feelings about Slaughter’s death.
“In her lifetime of public service and unwavering commitment to working families, Congresswoman Slaughter embodied the very best of the American spirit and ideals. With her passing, the Congressional community has lost a beloved leader and a cherished friend,” Pelosi said. “Louise was a trailblazer. … Her strong example inspired countless young women to know their power, and seek their rightful place at the head of the decision-making table.”
Slaughter, a microbiologist, won a seat in Congress in 1986 and was known for securing infrastructure money for her district as well as fighting for the troops. Slaughter spent years trying to set safety standards for military body armor after a report revealed that many casualties in the Iraq War had been born of the fact that the protective armor troops were wearing was inadequate.
Slaughter was born in Kentucky, and although she relocated with her family to upstate New York, she never lost her trademark southern twang. As the top Democrat on the committee that set terms of House floor debate, she often sparred with her GOP colleagues about policy, often late into the night. But Republicans on the panel respected her and regarded her as a fierce protector of her party’s agenda.
“Louise was a fearless leader, deeply committed to her constituents, and a dear friend,” Republican Pete Sessions, the Rules Committee chairman, said in a statement “I have had the immense privilege of working side by side with her for the past 20 years. I will always cherish our friendship, comradery, and of course, her rhubarb pie. Although we sat on different sides of the aisle, I have always considered her a partner and have the utmost respect for her.”
PSS: PARKLAND – In anticipation of the gathering in Washington, DC this next Saturday (3/24/18), here are a few of the links that can assist anyone you may know thinking about taking their place in the streets with the Parkland kids and their upcoming march.
Banner Coastal Redwood Forest by Eric E Photography is used with permission.
Thank You Trash Bag – https://wattsupwiththat.com/2014/02/12/those-much-maligned-plastic-grocery-bags-can-run-your-diesel-truck-or-car/; Field of Bags: https://jdorganizer.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/plastic-grocery-bags-put-to-good-reuse.html; Hungry Bag – Gallery For > Selena Quintanilla Clipart via clipartvision.com