McZENA — Have you ever asked yourself who you really love?
I think it’s a good, valid question.
You get almost through a week, feeling grateful. Then on your last work day, everything newswise happens.
You know you can get through it, because you have so many days before. You plow on, doing all the things that still need to be done.
Things happen that put you in a cheerful place. Kind friends send you information about something you have always held dear to your heart.
A Washington, D.C. friend and supporter of farmers’ markets, sends a piece he has written about you and your late husband — both of you active in making an important commodity, food, more available.
You get a kind phone call from someone from the Clear Fork valley, who tells you he appreciates the kind of work you have been doing.
Those uplifts are few and far between, so when you get one, you consider those love letters.
One the way to Bellville from home, in the a.m., the roads were a mass of very slow vehicles, because huge trucks have been moving giant pipeline pieces along U.S. 30 and I-71. They blocked my usually quick path. And that, along with the torrential rain, made me realize my road romance with that particular route to work was over.
One of the things I had been considering all week was what I could select for my always pithy ruminations I put into my column, McZena Muse.
One news item I followed this week, with consternation, was the revelation that a real romance between Mika Brzezinski and Joe Scarborough has been validated.
When I heard that, I grimaced. Because usually in the news business, romances between work partners aren’t usually received well. They serve together on the show “Morning Joe.”
I know how it was when I started in the journalism business, first here in Ohio, then in Des Moines, Ia.
Sure, you got along well with people doing news, because you were usually made of the same type of mettle. It’s always easy to talk with like-minded people, and to make fun of people you all found to be lesser.
But there was usually a barrier for people working in the same area to become involved. Can’t that possibly affect one’s news judgment, sense of humor about things, the strict rules that a news person must always go down the middle on everything?
If you’re sitting next to someone who is supposed to be neutral in the news, and he or she perhaps has a slightly opinionated read on things, can’t that affect you?
People around me probably think that is truly the case. I got married to a person whose copy I formerly edited. I told everybody John was no speller.
But a writer and thorough reporter, he was. You like and respect a person for those things.
The way anyone approaches life is through his own lens.
This is why the person you might have developed a bit of bad feeling about is having his or her own bad day.
That’s why everyone should be very careful about how they observe and react to things.
Part of your day can be a day from a bad place. This could be because it rained too hard on you on the way to work. Or it could be people not knowing or understanding the time constraints, or tolerance limits, put on a person who gathers news.
It’s a good thing to always look calmly at how things have come about.
Do you love something or somebody because of beauty, something superficial? Or do you care about someone or some item, because it is of solid quality.
Some days you go through the sturm und drang of a day, and one tiny thing happens that lets you put the day as a whole on the positive side of the ledger.
I just had a visit from someone who knows the ins and outs of this building, at 107 Main St. in Bellville. It is the Masonic Lodge, #376 building.
This structure, three stories, has its own types of tales. A long time ago, the Bellville Star used the basement part of the building and there are now unused devices that probably helped set type.
(This is before the day of computers and digitization of everything).
This gentleman, Kent Rinehart, said he not only has keys to hidden parts of this building, but has stories to tell.
The possibilities are endless.