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May your day and year be filled with the blessings of love, charity and peace of mind, each of which grows three fold when given.
Clearly, these people know how truly uninteresting I am. Thus, I will share with you eleven uninteresting things about Claudia plus one.
And hopefully, you will share something of uninterest about you in the comments. I'll add it to the post and we will join in uninteresting qualities!
Thursday Thirteen #51 : All about Claudia
1. I am fairly slutty when it comes to social networks. I let anyone be my friend.
2. While I let anyone be my social network friend, I do not hesitate to defriend, block or stop following.
3. I am the only person in my biological family that does not take psychotropic medication, mood stabilizers and/or doesn't self medicate with alcohol and/or drugs.
4. I love my Magic 8 ball.
5. I sit on a swiss ball at my desk. My buddy, Perpetual Student, inspired me with her green ball chair.
6. I am tall, 5' 10".
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7. Prior to being a therapist, I never held a conversation with anyone who wasn't about my height.
9. I learned to knit when I was seventeen and have knit ever since then. I love to knit. I love all the bits that go with knitting - yarn, needles, pins, etc. I do not love finishing the collar on sweaters. It's a sickness.
10. I have life long insomnia which seems to be abating due to SleepTracks.com. (I'm not an affiliate, just a fan).
11. A psychic told me recently that my fictional characters were real people at one time. This is why I feel like they write their own stories. (READ: Claudia's a lazy writer!)
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12. I laugh all the time. All. The. Time.
13. Now it's your turn - leave a random and/or uninteresting fact about yourself in the comments and I'll add it here.
"By trying we can easily endure adversity. Another man's, I mean." --Mark Twain
My back decided to rebel this weekend.
I'm on the mend. With any luck, I'll be up to my old tricks in no time.
In an effort to research Colorado for a novel and the Denver Cereal, I've been reading "Western Voices, 125 years of Colorado Writing." The book is a compilation of essays about Colorado collected by the Colorado HIstorical Society magazine.
"I was ten months old when the stock market crashed in 1929, the start of the Great Depression, followed by the Drought and then the Dust Bowl. I called them the three Big Ds. There were suicides related to one or all of the Big Ds. Men did abandon their families when they could not find work. Families did disappear overnight, never heard from again. Women did have nervous breakdowns due to the wind, the constant never-ending wind. Do you know what it's like to be in the wind that never, ever stops?
"Young boys did a man's work and our generation learned the value of a penny - disregard a dollar. People were hungry but proud, and one cannot eat pride. Banks went broke; ours did in Sharon Springs. We had one dollar and forty-seven cents to last two weeks.
"How did the Depression affect us, trying to survive?
"My dad was out of a job. Our local bank in Sharon Springs went broke. There was no money. Even the schoolteachers were paid by warrants pledging that if there were ever money again, they would get some. The principal real property taxes that were being collected in eastern Colorado and western Kansas were from the Union Pacific. The few banks still open refused to loan. When my uncle moved to Cheyenne County in Colorado there were thirty-three famillies on his mail route; this was in 1922. When he sold out in 1965 there were three. Where did these people go? I don't know. I remember children in my first grade class in Sharon Springs who were in school on Friday and gone on Monday; the year was 1934. They simply disappeared. There were no food stamps and a lot of people were on relief. That meant they could get food staples free but many were too proud. In Sharon Springs, when our hometown physician Doc Nelson passed away, his daughter found over $100,000 in accounts receivable in his large rolltop desk." --Keith A Cook, A Whiskey Train and a Doughnut day: Coming of Age on the Colorado Plains
My father was two when the stock market crashed. When asked about the Depression, he mostly shrugged. When I pressed him, he said that everyone was poor. No one thought they'd get rich and no one knew a rich person. Everyone you knew was as poor as you were.
My grandfather would only say, "There wasn't anything Great about the Great Depression."
While I've been broke, and very poor, I've never lived without money. I remember the first money I earned baby sitting at eight years old. I was eleven years old when someone said, "Can I write you a check?" for the first time. I received my first credit card when I was seventeen years old and bought my first house when I was thirty-two years old.
I have been tremendously, incredibly, unbelievably lucky live in such incredibly prosperous time.
As people around me talk of coming Depressions and economic downturns, I know that they, like me, have no idea what that means.
I'd love to hear your stories, memories or your families story from the Great Depession. Leave them in the comments and I'll add them to the post with a link.
In remembering, we learn to appreciate all that we still have.
"My father put himself through night law school, working as an interpreter on the NYC docks in several languages he had taught himself. Many of his early clients paid him in home grown chickens, eggs and vegetables because nobody had any money.
"My older brother was very sick and there was no medical insurance, so my birth when he was six was unplanned. Somehow they always managed to take care of us and provide what we needed." --Heart in San Francisco
"As the depression kicked into high gear, the plant foremen in charge of hiring day labor at the Detroit auto plants were willing to overlook his union affiliation button and bring him in regularly because he knew how to work.
"He gave my grandmother ten dollars with the instruction that if any of the neighbors came looking for a loan to tide them over she was to give it them out of the ten. He told her never to look at it as a loan but rather when necessary they would find a way to replenish it out of his wages."As expected the neighbors did come looking for a quarter or a dollar because there was no milk or beans on the table. Granny would quietly hand out what they asked for.
"From what my mom told me, that ten never had to be replaced. Every single time some was lent out it was repaid. People knew, it seemed that everyone would make it through if they worked together."
--the Walking Man Mark
It seems like everyone is experiencing challenges right now. When I feel really stretched, I read this book.
Move your cursor over the book - to turn pages, click the bottom right corner. It's 12 pages but very short.
13. What do you do when you feel challenged? Leave it in the comments and I'll post it here with a link to your site.
It happened again.
I said, "this" and they heard "that." They were so upset that they worried about it all night.
I was lucky. They trusted me enough to tell me they were upset. Gratefully, we cleared up the matter fairly easily.
Still, imagine my chagrin! I was heart broken to learn that I had so egregiously offended someone - on accident.
As I venture into the Internet stream, I strive to practice kind words. Sometimes, I delete a comment rather than potentially be misunderstood. Often, I focus on what is true and supportive about a blog post, person or email interaction. I am not afraid to apologize as well.
When in doubt, I pick up the telephone.
Even with all this effort, miscommunication happens. In fact, did you know that words only account for 6 percent of the information translated in a conversation? 6 percent! It's not suprising that we misinterpret the tone of internet communication over half of the time. Add a 140 character limit in plurk, twitter or facebook and you're bound to have miscommunication.
What do you do to keep your internet interactions kind and friendly?
"Responsibility does not only lie with the leaders of our countries or with those who have been appointed or elected to do a particular job. It lies with each of us individually. Peace, for example, starts within each one of us. When we have inner peace, we can be at peace with those around us." --HH the Dalai Lama
Let's get to work making our worlds what we long for.
CLAUDIA'S AUTHOR SITE
Claudia is the author of the Alex the Fey thriller series, the sweet and crunchy Denver Cereal, the post-apocalyptic tale Jornada del Muerto, the Seth and Ava Mysteries, Suffer a Witch, and the Queen of Cool.
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