I can never seem to time my blogs to Huntington's challenge. I intended to write about my international work with children, which isn't really work, it's my passion, my reason for being, my Calling. I intended to write about a contest we are working on to get kids on board, as many already are, to help shore up our environment. Give children a voice and the results are astonishing. I know, as do teachers, that kids are just waiting for a chance to act. Years ago, during the Cold War, we had an international contest asking children to answer this question; If you were a world leader how would you create peace? They could answer in any art form they chose. Wow! My home was quickly filled with entries. Their answers were so insightful and so filled with knowledge, that I was blown away. It would be hard to imagine how I felt when children from forty-five countries came flooding into San Francisco to be honored by Children as the Peacemakers. I treasure that time with all of my mended heart. It made a huge difference in the lives of those children, as they now write me, and in the lives of the volunteers and in my life, for sure. I believe that if we band together and get children involved in helping clean up the environment, and as we know they can, influencing adults, we would see amazing results. Anyway, I missed Huntington's deadline so I didn't complete my thoughts about the contest. Instead I started fooling around with a blog.
Writing about work is Work as is trying to write with a big furry cat sitting on my lap. Writing is hard enough in any case. This fearful little animal clings to me like a Koloa bear but hides from anyone else who sets foot inside the house. He’s been that way since I picked him from a littler of fur balls at a shelter three years ago. Scared of everyone and everything, Except me. Perhaps I should relax and let him do the writing since he seems to like to type, instead of dumping him onto the carpet only to have him jump back onto my lap again
My inspiration when writing is music. I delve into a pile of old CD’S and pull out a few golden oldies while errant fragments of tunes keep thumping around in my head. “Tote that barge, lift that bale,” “I’ve been working on the railroad all the livelong day”
“Working Nine to Five” as belted out by Dolly Parton in the movie by the same name, is a winner. It was written at the time of women’s struggle to be liberated by going into the workplace if they wished, “What a way to make a living”, indeed. I remember when husbands were threatened by the thought of their wives working. Working wives were construed by some men as a threat to their masculinity and were communist, for sure. “Don’t I provide for you? What more do you want?” Like cooking and cleaning and caring for babies wasn’t work.
Tennessee Ernie Ford was a favorite with my mom. Whenever Ernie appeared on TV with his million dollar smile and country ways twanging away on his guitar and singing in a voice as deep as a well, “16Tons and what do you get another day older and deeper in debt”, my mother would turn up the volume almost blasting us through the walls. I would counter with "’Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, It's Off To Work We Go’" and pull a sock over my head in imitation of one of the Seven Dwarfs. Giving a whole new meaning to “put a sock on it.”
Any writer would love to have written this line. “When Saturday rolls around, I'm too tired for having fun.”
Bruce Springsteen’s “The Promised Land" is great, too. "I've done my best to live the right way; I get up every morning and go to work each day; But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold; Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode.”
My crazy cat is back in my lap and he insists on writing. hsssssssssssssg alkjjuythsssssssssssssss.
Okay, It’s time to assert my authority. “You ungrateful animal. Don’t I feed you enough?”
Causes Pat Montandon Supports
PETA, Women for Women, Amnesty International, Children as the Peacemakers, Peace to The Planet