This Thanksgiving, take moment to reflect and consider how much we
gratitude we have (or should have) or how we can do so much better for
each other to earn that gratitude.
This year’s National Novel Writing Month
has been a sad and hard slog. Wish me luck; I somehow want to still
get to 50k words, but not sure how…! May the words gods and the spirit
of NaNo save us all…
The year is flying by! Hopefully I’ll get to a year-end post. I feel
really badly about not blogging very much, even though I kept thinking
that I would do more of that in 2019 and failed miserably to cut back on
Facebook (I am still on tumblr,
even though the tumblr-verse is well past its prime after the tumblr
crackdown on porn and making people mad on censorship and various other
issues that I’m behind on; so you can still follow me there!).
I’m not into streaming, I’m behind on books, and I hope to get to
some interesting movies before 2019 ends. Who’s with me on hoping this
year will end on a great note, before we face the madness of 2020? 🙂
I’m still amazed by how time passes, and how sometimes it feels like everything is okay. But, sometimes, when the sky is that blue like it was on that day, and if there was some hint of memory of what was, I start feeling sad.
On this day in 1804, Alexander Hamilton, former US Secretary of Treasury, and Vice President Aaron Burr went out to Weehawken, NJ, to do a duel (where it was legal to do, because gentlemen weren’t supposed to do that in NYC in those days). Hamilton had lost his eldest son to a duel in NJ only a few years earlier. Hamilton had put on his spectacles, and history proceeded; he was mortally wounded, and he is buried over at Trinity Church in downtown.
(photo I took of Trinity Church, back on March 27, 2010).
Burr remained a complicated figure.
The whole thing became a Broadway musical more than 200 years later. Ideas of masculinity, honor, and politics didn’t mix all that well in those days. But, these days, I wonder if having a little more honor might do a lot more good.