Gorgeous Geek

Today – A blessing.

After school we went to the thrift store. My son, Michael, is always on the lookout for a great suit jacket, a snazzy vest or a playful bow tie, because bow ties are cool of course. We found a handsome jacket and a fine, fitted vest. With the added bonus of 75% off, we were feeling quite accomplished. As we readied to leave, a blessing occurred. A beautiful exchange I am certain will forever be in my heart.

Behind us, a precious woman with the twinkling eyes and loving smile of a young lady in her early seventies I would guess, reached out and touched my arm.

She asked if Michael was my little brother, I liked her immediately. I told her he was my baby and her eyes twinkled even brighter. She looked him in the eye and said, “You are the most gorgeous geek I have ever seen.”

How stinking cute is that?

She continued, “You certainly are young man. You are perfect. The way you dress and act is just perfect.” She touched his hand and said, ”Thank you for existing, thank you for being you.“

The woman behind the counter nodded in agreement and said he was certainly a polite and wonderful young man.

Michael thanked them both, smiling like the gorgeous geek he knows he is, and we turned to leave. The beautiful woman with the twinkling eyes again touched my arm, she said, “Thank you for making him. Thank you for bringing him into this world.”

I am still smiling. I am so proud of him. The world can see him, really see what kind of man he is becoming, he wears who he is with pride and confidence. I look at him and I know without a doubt, I added something of worth to this world.

My children, each of them, are treasures. Each a unique and brilliant light in the darkness. Once upon a time, when they were still my little ones, we would sing, this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine . . .

Oh, how they shine.

Crystal R. Cook

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Swimming Upstream

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Stephen Hawking says artificial intelligence could end the human race. Seems to me most humans themselves are filled with their own version of artificial intelligence, commonly called ignorance, and it is most certainly a danger to the human race.

They pretend to be knowledgable while reciting recycled rhetoric as if they understand what they loudly proclaim to be fact from pedestals of phony or misplaced indignation and laughable morality.

The real thinkers, the real keepers of truth and wisdom are growing silent, tired of trying to be heard above the cacophony of noise surrounding them. Tired of being tormented and persecuted for interjecting ideas and solutions and thought which go against the tide of poisoned waters streaming freely through society.

I hope they do not grow to weary. We need them.

I’ll not apologize for swimming upstream, away from the stagnant pool awaiting to swallow those satisfied with going with the flow.

Crystal R. Cook

Asking myself

I fear I’ve forgotten how to write. I suppose that is a cop-out. I’m afraid I may be actively and purposefully avoiding putting pen to page. Why? I seem unable to come up with a proper answer for that particular question. I was hoping it would answer itself as it was asked, wishing a grand epiphany would knock me off my feet with revelation as to my reluctant sharing of thought.

I am still on my feet.

All I want to do is spill words on a page, pour them out into a puddle the size of an ocean and submerse myself beneath them. Instead they are building up behind a dam which surely must be ready to burst from the weight of them.

Do you ever simply find yourself with so much to say you cannot seem to say it?

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Thanksgiving should be about being thankful.

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I just want to say, to all those happily sharing cartoons and quotes about Thanksgiving being a celebration of American evils perpetrated on the helpless here before us . . . stop it.

Please.

Take a moment to simply be thankful. Personally, I am celebrating the blessings in my life. My family, my friends, the moments of wonder I am given, the joys and successes in our lives. Pilgrims and Indians and what they may or may not have done, said, or eaten really doesn’t factor in. It just doesn’t. For me, it is actually about being thankful, something I try to be every day, today is a little more special because I get pie.

I don’t want to take a precious moment to argue about what happened, didn’t happen, should have or shouldn’t have happened. Those events took place a very long time ago, why must we continually use them to divide who we are now?

Like the wise young Queen Elsa says . . . Let it go. Don’t make me sing it, because I will.

Please, please have a beautiful and happy day of thanks.

Crystal Cook

By the way, the past will never be the past if we allow it fester as open wound on the heart of our world. We will never learn from it, choose a better way than those who came before us, or truly love, accept, and respect one another. We should not have to pay now for the mistakes they may have made then.

Food for thought, put some Cool Whip on it and let it digest.

The Gobbler Gazette – Thanksgiving Edition

Gobbler Gazette

 

Tomorrow is T-Day by Clancy Doo

As we all know, tomorrow is the one day of the year we in the turkey community fear the most. Tensions have been high on farms throughout the county, fewer riots have been reported than at this time last year, thanks in part to the growing popularity of vegetarian cuisine.

The Turkey Rights movement has garnished garnered much attention in recent years and we are seeing more acceptance and respect than ever before, but we still have a long way to go until all turkeys can roam free without fear of being stuffed.

Big thanks to the Johnson Farm who will be feasting on Tofu Turkey this year, and it has been reported the Smith Ranch will be be crafting and dining on homeade soy turkey sculptures.

Many thanks to those who participated in the Save Our Necks rally last weekend, it was a huge success. Proceeds will go the families of this years victims. We will be holding a candlelight vigil Thanksgiving night for all who wish to attend.

Keep your spirits high and your heads low, one day we will be free.

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Five Tips That Could Save Your Neck by Clara Doodle

  1. Don’t panic. If you are caught in a mass of fleeing feathers, you risk injury and become easy pickins.

  2. Feign illness. It may sound cheesy, but it worked for Percy Perch last year. No one wants a foul fowl on their table.

  3. Hide. No one will judge.

  4. Suck it in. In their ravenous greed they always go for the fat ones.

  5. Attack back. This is only to be attempted as a last ditch effort if you are caught. If you peck hard enough, you could be dropped, giving you a chance at escape. For those on farms who prefer firearms, please see above.

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On a sad note, Elsa Peck passed on early this week, she appeared to have starved to death in an effort to lose weight before the holidays. We can at least be thankful she went peacefully.

Please join us in the East corner of the coop this evening at 5 pm 

for a memorial and prayer gathering.

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Grief counseling will be provided at no cost, councilors will be standing by until after the New Year, and as always, the support group will continue to meet at its regular time. Next week we will have a guest speaker, the topic will be survivors guilt.

Crystal R. Cook