Archives for the month of: December, 2011

Donna Louise here interpreting the Kwanzaa principle of Ujamaa (Collective Economics)—to build and maintain our own stores and businesses and to profit from them together—as shop local, buy local, and support local businesses. Off to the teahouse run by local people for an afternoon of delicious tea and a boost to the local economy. No more national chain coffee or tea.

Yesterday, trash day (delayed because of the holiday), I seated myself on the dining room floor and flung trash into a plastic sack. These last few months have increased my already slovenly cleaning habits. I may have to back up a dump truck to the front door and shovel out the contents of my house. Or, I could practice more Ujamaa and hire a local maid service to clean the place for New Year’s Day. I could begin 2012 with a clean house. Then again, it just gets dirty again.

While cleaning I found the wallet I took from that “Inspector Lautrec” in Paris under a pile of dirty clothes. Inside I discovered two thousand dollars which I should return along with the assortment of picture ID’s with different names and addresses. But where or to whom should I send the money?

I know, I’ll send the fake IDs to the Chicago Police Department and keep the money. It’s enough to pay for a year’s worth of maid service and I know that creep would want his money to go to good use.

Arnie called. “I received a Christmas card from Dr. Erricksson.”

“Did he want a donation from his ex-ex-gay to further his work among Brazilian… farm animals?”

“No…well, yes he wanted money. Have you ever received a Christmas letter from a faith-based organization that didn’t?”

“No. If they always want money, why do they call themselves ‘faith-based’?”

“Beats me. But, he enclosed a photo of the new conversion therapy center in the Amazon basin, a little bit of Norway in a clear-cut rainforest. He’s surrounded by llamas and monkeys.”

“Maybe he’ll catch some exotic animal disease. Was Stanley in the photo?”

“Not only was he in the picture, but they have enough staff to have their own gay chorus…sorry, homosexual hummers section.” He burst out laughing. “Get it? Homosexual hummers.”

I didn’t, but I laughed. I googled it later. OMG, there’s so much I don’t know. I’ll never be able to look at a kazoo again.

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Donna Louise here studying the third principle of Kwanzaa, Ujima (Collective Work & Responsibility) to work with people to build and maintain community, to make the community’s problems our own and to solve them. I grew up in that kind of world in a small town, but I don’t see it much around me today.

I must get to work on my year-in-review letter. My list of newsworthy events has grown to two pages. How I will fit it all in? That will be my challenge. Leading such an active life, I can’t expect a brief, year-end summary. Some people’s lives cannot be condensed easily and it appears that mine is one of them.

 What’s bothering me right now? Food pantries and stupid people. Yes, I know it’s easy to get upset by stupid people, especially at this time of year when the holiday cheer has worn thin (if not off) and you want friends and relatives to go away for another year. But food pantries?

A young friend received $100 from his grandfather with the charge to use the money to help people. Being a good kid he chose to buy groceries for a local food pantry. With his canned goods and pasta purchased and in his mother’s car, he wrote a letter which said in part, “I toured your facility the day of the tornado warning. We had to go to the  freezer and wait…that was really something.” He’s so cute.

That food pantry was closed as was every other one they called. All food pantries close from Christmas through January 1. Heaven help the needy who get hungry this week. Hmmm. That could be my Ujima project.

Back to stupid people. Yesterday I read about two brothers pulled over for a broken headlight. Placed in the back of a police car, the older brother pulled a small bag of cocaine from where the sun don’t shine and told his younger brother to eat it. With no prior drug arrests the younger one could be bailed out, while the older one with his list of priors would do serious time. The younger brother did as instructed and died a couple of hours later from an overdose. The older brother has been charged with manslaughter and, despite his best effort, will spend lots of time in jail. Stupid people.

As the bumper sticker says:  Stupid kills, but not nearly often enough.