Does the inside of your fridge look like this?
This is a tricky word, trust. Don’t you think?
Trust is defined as a firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something. (Wiki)
Trust is something you earn, I think. Not something you give away freely, although that does happen, often. People will trust, sometimes blindly, until that trust is broken.
It appears my plans to hibernate until April are not practical.
There’s the dog living here and another one needs walking and the family wants to go to the Auto show and a kid has a practice tonight and a game in Niagara Falls tomorrow and, and, and…
Ok fine, I’ll get up and make coffee.
This morning I was irritated by an alert that came in on my phone. Here’s what happens in Canada:
You know us bloggers are a special breed, right? Here we are, sharing our lives with each other, forming communities, liking and commenting on diverse topics and thereby broadening our perspectives regularly.
We are writers, all of us. But whether we admit it or not, we are also editors.
I used to consume the news every morning over coffee. I’d supplement the broadcast on TV by googling the stories that interested me on my phone, and then I’d get on with my day.
I still do this occasionally, but I tend to stick with a morning show that tells me pertinent information affecting me directly (weather, snow day school closures, transit delays, that sort of thing) rather than the more analytical, opinionated stories that require too much mental power to digest during the first coffee of the day. So a local TV breakfast show rather than a national overview.
Know what I mean?
There’s plenty of time to seek out the national and international news during another part of the day. If at all.
Sometimes however, I may just scan some headlines to get a quick fix; a sort of ‘satisfy my curiosity about x and y without too much detail’. In those circumstances, I tend to ask myself questions but then hesitate to delve deeper to find out more. You know, like this:
The other day I stumbled across a tweet where the guy mentioned his grocery bill went up by $100 a week.
The comments were ridiculous. Almost all of them remarked on his ability to feed himself and his family for $100.
He didn’t say that.
He said his bill went up by that much per week.
People don’t read properly.
Everyone knows that siblings bicker, fight, and argue, right? Sometimes they insult each other, too. I happen to have a boy and a girl so I’m privy of this little irritation especially during the winding down of something – approaching a break, a change in grade or sports, some major event.
Bottom line is they love each other fiercely even if they call each other idiots* and morons* twenty times a day.
I don’t follow Trump on Twitter. Nor the Kardashians, or most celebrities, or even most politicians.
And why not?
Depending on your point of view, 12 minutes can be a long time, or a short time.
For instance, if you’re cooking and following a recipe and it tells you that the food should cook/steam/boil/roast for 12 minutes, you can probably adjust this a little. Spaghetti sauce, soup or stew has never tasted worse when cooked for longer than 12 minutes, is what I’m saying (and no, I don’t recall a recipe actually saying you should cook sauce for 12 minutes….but just bear with me here for a sec).