by baldilocks

Every now and then I wonder how differently my life might have gone had I made different choices.

For instance, I wonder how deeply I might be involved in the so-called Deep State had I remained a part of the intelligence community. But that’s one decision I have no regrets about. When I exited active duty USAF in 1994, I came home to Los Angeles to be near my great-aunt and great-uncle who were then in their 70s. My uncle was gone six years later and my aunt would follow twelve years after that. The two raised me for the first part of my childhood, so, of course, I am grateful to have been close by when they passed.

Other forks? I love children and I sometimes wish I’d had at least one, but, other than my miscarriage, I can’t really call it a regret. And here’s an odd thing: I don’t think I’m good wife material—something about which my ex-husband would agree. I’m the first-born and was a de facto only child for nine years; I’m ornery and often oblivious.

Since the divorce in 1992, there have been a couple of close remarriage calls, but no cigar. And, the only regret I have about that is that I married at all. I like men; I just haven’t found one that I want around all the time. I’ve certainly been “in love,” but I think that, for me, much of that has been hallucination on my part. Vain imagination.

Relating that to having children, I’m old-school: I believe in being married before having children. Let’s be real here: the main reason that I did get married was because I wanted children.

So, with my beliefs and idiosyncrasies in mind, it’s likely that I would have never given birth even if I had made different decisions. I’m at peace with that.

More roads taken. Just today, I met up with two old friends I’d met through blogging. Wonderful people. These and dozens of other good, fun and kind-hearted people I would have never known had I not begun baldilocks.

I could go on but Yogi Berra’s simple, funny, accidental wisdom holds true: when you come to a fork in the road, take it.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

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by baldilocks

I had a lot of trouble concentrating today, as anyone who follows my Facebook and Twitter feeds already knows. I got up at around two this morning, having “slept” for a few hours—more of a fitful opening and closing of my eyes.

The problem? I have been applying for jobs like crazy for the past few months and the only feedback I received was an “Unfortunately” letter from Trader Joe’s. You’d think that it would be easy to get a job in the present environment—especially for a veteran who can write, think a little bit, and pass a drug test, but it isn’t. I haven’t been looking for a jackpot; just something I can use to keep from scratching, scraping, and begging my readers to help me with. By the way, fans of baldilocks are some of the most wonderful and generous people in existence.

So, as I said, I expressed my frustrations on my accounts and received an avalanche of great ideas, leads, links and at least one solid opportunity.

I’ve kept some information to myself and to personal friends, but I want to let it out here and now. The only reason I’ve remained in California since the loss of my house in December 2014, is to be near my church. Otherwise I’d be in New Mexico near my parents and most of the rest of my family. I love my people dearly (here’s a gratuitous link to one of the writers among that number), but God comes first and when I put Him first, He provides. I’m human and my faith wavers, but it does not fail because I’ve asked Him to help me with it. It’s an ongoing endeavor.

I love to write; here, at baldilocks, and wherever. One of my wonderful friends even gave me an opportunity—a different one than the one mentioned above–to get a well-compensated position as a technical writer. However, it’s necessary to consider that job in the context of why I remained in California. Would I have time for my church? What about time to write in-depth pieces for DaTechGuy and for baldilocks? Unlikely. No doubt, I will have more difficult decisions to make, should the job be offered.

But today, I have faith, just enough for today. Tomorrow, will be time enough for tomorrow’s faith. And so on.

(Thank to FW, CF, and JVS)

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

Please contribute to Juliette’s JOB:  Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

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With the Gosnell case gone to the jury the question becomes. How did we reach the point where we so devalued life? Well today’s guest knows a bit about redefining what “alive” means.

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They, of course, do tend to regard death as the prime evil and survival as the greatest good. But that is because we have taught them to do so. Do not let us be infected by our own propaganda. I know it seems strange that your chief aim at the moment should be the very same thing for which the patient’s lover and his mother are praying—namely his bodily safety. But so it is; you should be guarding him like the apple of your eye. If he dies now, you lose him.

The Screwtape Letters #28

Before anything else let me thank all of you who have wished my mother well and offered prayers on her behalf. It is much appreciated and prayers in he deposit of faith are never wasted.

If one looks in terms of temporal life things are not looking promising. Other than the fall, bleeding on the brain,Leukemia and possible Pneumonia my mother is doing terrible.

I would not be surprised for her to die in the Hospital, however I would not be surprised to see her come home and live to see my son Graduate from college next year, nor would I be surprised to see her live another four years or more beyond her current 88 years.

But no matter the outcome the question comes down to a simple fact, sooner or later (most likely sooner) my mother is going to die, as am I, as is my wife, our kids and is everyone who will ever read this post.

People spend a lot of time pretending this will not happen, but it’s a situation that has to be dealt with.

Near the end of a life is a test for the person at the end of it. They must deal with final days and weeks without crying out at the “unfairness” of a loss of mobility, and ability and the temptation to give away the gift God has given them.

But the real test in may ways is for those who live. The willingness to care, to give time, to help comfort those near their end who are not in a position to ever give a favor back is difficult. To people who have been taught that their time is their own, the concept of simply sitting in a Hospital room for a few hours to give company to one who is alone is not a rewarding activity.

And for the daughter with children, grandchildren and worries of her own, the hours of actual care-giving are full of effort, particularly when the recipient is not responsive or even worse adversarial.

And all the time there are the pressures of the Doctors and of society to “let people go” for the sake of a false sense of “dignity” or to ship someone to a nursing home to be forgotten until the occasional holiday.

This is one of the reasons why Christianity must by necessity be stopped if the secular culture of death is to succeed. The Christian imperative of intrinsic value of all lives turns the popular verdict of society into a test of moral character for the living as surely as the end of the live is the beginning of the eternal trip that the wise man prepares for and the foolish ignores and denies at their peril.

I must confess I didn’t expect to be dealing with this so quickly after the defeat of question 2, I ask Gods help and your prayers to put properly into practice the arguments I have made.

Update: Via Glenn Althouse asks about the plunging birthrate in the US. This deeply Catholic Woman facing death has given you the answer in the form of 5 children, 14 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren ( and my boys haven’t even gotten started yet).

I approve of people getting married, my best to her and her husband for a long and happy married life.

As for the cost, listen, her folks are rich, this is their only child and hopefully her only wedding. There are a lot of things that are worth hitting the Clintons for, this isn’t one of them. Life isn’t politics ,we can forget our political differences for a day and just be, you know normal people.

When it comes to their daughter’s wedding I say get off their backs.

Update: One other thing. In a bad economy, pumping 2 million into the economy is a good thing. (Yeah they are right about the hypocrisy but I’m Sicilian and it’s the day of his daughter’s wedding).

Memeorandum thread here.