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About Cynthetics

Amateur blogger and intense observer of life through warped sunglasses. In an attempt to hone my writing skills, I am having fun bringing humor and entertainment through observations of everyday experiences. Nothing is sacred!

The Good In the ‘Rona

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Covid-19 sucks and has ruined a lot of lives. It has forever changed the course of how we live, do business, entertain and socialize. Although there is a lot of bad, for example, our favorite reality shows being put on hold, there is also a lot of good.

Spending a little time on the positives helps me accept all the changes we are experiencing. Here are some positives from Covid:

10. We can wear masks that can make you laugh. Yes masks are a big pain in the rear, but I love to see people take creative license in designing masks. One day I wear a mask with pretty ponies or butterflies, and the next day I wear my bedazzled Iron Maiden mask.

9. We can hide our ugly mug of a face and accentuate our beautiful eyes. Except maybe you are one of “those people” that walks around Wal-Mart with your mask below your nose. “Excuse me sir, but air and COVID virus comes out of your nose as well.”

8. Speaking of Wal-Mart, the People of Wal-Mart web site has become much more interesting … especially people who forget their masks and resort to different methods. Nothing is sacred, underwear included!

7. You can appreciate the people around you, and if you don’t have anyone around you, you can help others.

6. You can binge watch all those shows you have added to your Netflix list over the last 3 years because you can’t go to happy hour from 4 pm to 1 am.

5. You can actually learn something new online. Try a language, acting, painting, get a master’s in anything, your options are unlimited.

4. You are saving money because all you can do is hang out at home, appreciate the people around you while learning something new and avoiding happy hour from 4 pm to 1 am.

3. Or you are spending all your money online shopping. The good news is at some point, unless you are a hoarder, you will have all of your immediate and affordable wants, and you will save money again because you still can’t go out.

2. All of your online shopping is helping create jobs. Ordering online requires stockers, delivery people, re-stockers for all of your returns, manufacturers, who in turn have to buy supplies to make the goods, yadda yadda.

1. Last, you are helping the economy and the stock market by blowing up Amazon, Google, Etsy, E-Bay, Wal-Mart and every other retailer. Well done!

So keep up the positive work during Covid and stay safe!

Carpe Diem.

Horse Racing and Catholics

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It’s that time of year where I like to blog about the the Triple Crown.  The 2020 Triple Crown took forever to get here, but ended with a rarity, with a filly winning.  The last time a filly won was in 2009 when Rachel Alexander (that was actually the horse’s name!) showed the boys how it was done, and then trotted off to buy some Jimmy Choos.  But that’s not what this blog post is about.  It’s about why horse racing and the Catholic religion are similar and why I gave them both up.

I love horses.  I love their spirit, beauty, attitude, and especially their smell.  As soon as I could say the word “horse,” I drove my parents nuts with constant and unrelenting requests for a horse.  Around the age of 8, I started horseback riding lessons, which morphed into more expensive horseback riding lessons, showing horses, my own horses, and my rescued-for-free, but very expensive, ex-race horse.

Over the years, I have visited various race tracks.  Race tracks are where you see the most exciting athletes in the world… thoroughbreds!  But owning an ex-race horse forced me to research and learn more about thoroughbreds and racing so I could better take care of my free, but very expensive, ex-racehorse. This research opened my eyes to the dark side of the horse racing industry. Now, I rarely visit race tracks.  Since horses do not talk and do not have unions or commissioners to oversee their well-being, they can be treated poorly.  Yes, some are treated very well, but it’s a small percentage.  So when it’s time for the Triple Crown, the ultimate in horse racing, I lose my marbles.  I can’t decide whether to set aside my contempt for the horse racing industry for a few days, or to boycott all three races.  It’s hard to ignore the fanfare, the mint juleps, and the really large hats. So if I participate, it makes me a hypocrite.

What does this have to do with Catholics?  Well, I grew up as a Catholic. I was baptized as a baby, served my first Holy Communion as a 7 year old, confirmed my religion in 9th grade, and was married in the Catholic church where I grew up.  I loved the pageantry and glamour of mass, especially when they spoke Latin.  But from a very early age, I had this nagging feeling I didn’t belong.  As my brothers served as alter boys, I sat around twiddling my thumbs contemplating the only opportunities for me, become a nun or get married.

One church-specific memory I have is my mother sending me to church to confess my sin of calling my brother “a dork.”  There I was sitting in the pew, saying my Hail Mary’s on my rosary beads and thinking, “This is a bunch of crap.  Why do I have to tell some old dude in a dress sitting in a dark room what I did wrong?  This person knows nothing about me.”   Then, as an adult, came my divorce.  When I found out how much an annulment from the Catholic church would cost, I had to say goodbye to all the outwardly glamour of the Catholic mass. I decided the church had nothing to offer me, and I didn’t want to pretend I belonged.

I  still love the fanfare and the glamour of both the Triple Crown and a beautiful Catholic church and mass.  But now, instead of participating in those things, I support organizations that rescue and re-home race horses, and humanitarian organizations that help the homeless.  You might think my donations are an effect of guilt either from turning my back on horse racing or turning my back on Catholics, but these are things I really believe in, and I’m happy to help.  I still enjoy the Triple Crown on television (no betting) and an occasional visit to a beautiful church or a good Catholic wedding with a mass.  (I do try to limit the funerals though.)

My wish for everyone is to enjoy what you do, enjoy what you believe in, and keep on truckin’.

Carpe Diem!