Neutral

The adjective, neutral, has a few different meanings.  Not taking sides in a conflict.  A neutral color is somewhat colorless maybe?  Another definition is to be disengaged as in the gears of a vehicle.  That is what I was today, disengaged.  I mostly sat quietly in my comfortable chair.  Read a little.  Watched a few favorite TV shows and put together online puzzles.  I did not take Erica to her sister's home as the particulars were not worked out for this week.  There was no doggy to walk.  Even when I checked on Robbie he was not charged and ready to go.  

Hubby did go to have coffee with Son.  After coffee, they prowled around in Lowe's.  Hubby had mentioned his desire for a small blower to keep the patio free of leaves.  Son picked up a small model and gave it to his dad just because.  Hubby set about cleaning the patio and the fountain of leaves and other debris.  Hubby was not in neutral.

As the battery is still to be replaced in Icie, we did some research as to the cost of the repair.  It will cost roughly about the same as the new tooth cap I need.   Surely is nice to be able to search for information online.  Hubby prefers to call and talk to a person for information.  Pretty much for any situation, Hubby prefers to always speak to a person.   He is that kind of extrovert.  Always preferring to call and visit.

Yesterday I finished another book, Through the Banks of the Red Cedar: My Father and the Team That Changed the Game by Maya Washington.  The book covers the life Of Gene Washington.  Gene is a former football player in the NFL.  He was one of the first Black players in the Big Ten conference.  Gene grew up in segregated Texas in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s.   His college years were at Minnesota State University.  There Gene was on the football team as well as the track team.

The author is Mr. Washington's youngest daughter.  In the book, Ms. Washington covers the significance of her father and the other southern black football players that played for MSU.   One example of culture shock was how the men had never been allowed to enter restaurants using the front door.  Another of the vast differences was they could use any restroom or water fountain.  

Personally, I remember standing before the water fountains at Woolworths marked 'white' and 'colored'.  Those same types of signs were on public restrooms at the county courthouse.  Blacks could not set on the first floor of the local theaters.  And certainly, No Coloreds were allowed in the same schools or restaurants.  I do not even remember seeing blacks at the local drive-in burger joints.  

I am choosing to remain in neutral and not make a statement about the current racial issues.  There are many that still create tensions. 

Take care, friends.

Janice