Ahhh, summertime. Doesn’t that word conjure happy childhood memories of catching fireflies in a Mason jar, sleeping in a tent in the backyard, roasting marshmallows and hot dogs, and playing hide-and-seek until it was too dark to see? All of us have different recollections, to be sure, but most people love summer because of its inherent potential. Each year we dig out white shoes, ball caps and pedal-pushers (now called capris) in hopes that this summer will be the best one ever. I happen to love hot weather. I try not to complain about high humidity, triple-digit temperatures, and impromptu thunderstorms. Why? Because I live in Ohio where it’s cold and rainy (or snowy!) for most of the year. We can go weeks without seeing that round, yellow orb known as the sun. I know one can have too much of a good thing, and I sympathize with drought stricken, heat scorched areas of the country. But for me, I know exactly how fleeting these long, hot days of summer can be. I intend to put my sunglasses on, slather on the sunblock, and enjoy! Because before we Ohioans know it, it’ll be time to drag out the snow shovel, rock salt, flannel sheets, and thermal socks again. These photos were taken over the weekend, on the longest day of the year in Cleveland.
Archive for June, 2013
Last Saturday I had the pleasure of listening to Veronica Morales lecture about psychological disorders at a meeting of our Ohio chapter of ACFW. Mrs. Morales will soon graduate with a degree in psychology and will purse her master’s degree and then a counselor’s license. Her excellent presentation was geared to authors so that we might create realistic characters for our novels. Since my sole education in this area was Psychology 101 many years ago, I was shocked by the number of different disorders: generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, obsessive-compulsive, post-traumatic stress, various dissociative disorders including amnesia and fugues, depersonalization disorder, dissociative identities, borderline personality disorders, antisocial disorder, and others. These were only the ones Mrs. Morales felt we might need for our stories, and didn’t include those in the category of psychosis such as schizophrenia.
I was shocked, and not in a good way. Is there anyone normal left in the world? Did all of these crippling traumas exist years ago, but we simply hadn’t named and gathered data about them yet? Or has our society deteriorated due to the constant onslaught of violence in our movies, on TV, in the news, in children’s video games, and just about everywhere. I have no answer. But I would love to hear your opinion.
Thanks, Mrs. Morales, for a real eye-opener. Have a great week, readers. And focus on pleasant thoughts today. Mary