Sunday Morning Chats

My favorite part about the weekend is my Sunday morning coffee chats with Don. He makes the coffee. I only drink coffee in the morning on the weekends with him! He brings it to me in my favorite green, oversized cup with just the right amount of milk and sugar, and serves it with a kiss. Sometimes, I "yell" at him because he puts his hand under my chin, and it makes me feel like he is about to administer Holy Communion. We laugh! After that he brings in his cup and we chat. Sometimes, we just discuss the children, what they are doing, what we think about what we are doing, what their friends are doing, how we try to behave as parents. Other times, we talk about God, the world, always about the economy, and if we are really lucky, our son, our oldest child, joins us and we contemplate the economy, the future collapse of this nation, and sometimes the world (definitely the world if the USA goes) if things do not change and people do not face the reality that we can no longer live as debtors and people who are overtaxed by the government. It is scary, but yet we remain hopeful that somehow the best in Americans will come forth, and the socialist ideas, the overtaxed population, the overtaxed corporation, and the incompetent politicians on all sides of the fence will somehow understand the issue is extremely complicated and that it will not be solved by taking sides and calling names.

This morning we talked about Nazi Germany, what led up to it, and if the American government was aware of what was happening or about to happen over there. I have never believed that they did not. I have never believed that Pearl Harbor was a sneak attack. I do believe that the average citizen may have been oblivious, much as they are now to the truth of what goes behind the scenes, partly because they choose to be and partly because they do not know any better.

We talk about the liberal press and freedom of speech, but I wonder how free or forthcoming our news media is. They have been parading the Republican candidates on television in what I call mock debates. I am pretty sure most of the newscasters do not know the meaning of the word, debate, because what goes on on that state is not a debate, but entertainment. It is a mockery of our intelligence.

I have digressed from my Sunday Morning Chat post, but not really because what I like about these chats whether they are just my husband and I, or my husband, my son, and I is that all day long, and even into the week, I think about them and things we discuss. My favorite one to date is about he time we debated economic terms and theories using candy bars as an example.

If only the world was as simple as choosing between Godiva and Hershey, or maybe it is!