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My YouTube Channel

I’m posting this link because when I make Google searches on my name — yes, I really do want to see what pops up first — an ancient YouTube channel is numero uno, unfortunately. I can’t get rid of it. I don’t know the email address that was used to start it. For the past twenty years, I’ve had the same email addresses; I must have used someone else’s…which is bizarre, but not unthinkable. That channel was a collaboration with one of my children, who, I’m sure, does not wish to be named. I stopped posting content due to the turn towards mockery the videos took. My fault. I always meant to change the theme but dropped it instead. I’m pleased that only two videos were posted. Still, after all these years, it comes first in a Google search. I really wish there was a way to nuke it.

Here is my current channel: Jill Domschot YouTube . Please subscribe and like my videos, obviously. Also, if you’d like to join a livestream, let me know in the comments. Livestreams are preferable, in my opinion, unless there’s nobody there to talk to.

The Sunny Side of Life

There is nothing like a week of rain, clouds, and fog to give me an appreciation for a sunny day. Yes, a week. That’s what it takes to drive New Mexicans to despair. The world of the Oregon coast, where cloudy skies are the default nine months of the year, is a distant memory for me.

But I didn’t come here to talk about the weather. I haven’t been around much in the Jetpack app, except to accidentally put a post in drafts, which meant I had to republish it. That almost qualifies as writing a post. I have a way of messing up everything I touch. I didn’t come here to be self-pitying, either. To be honest, I’ve come to terms with being a clutz. I have a good heart and intentions…. Sorry, I couldn’t quite manage that with a straight face.

Believe it or not, I came here to give a brief word about politics. Texas is trying to secure its border with no help from the feds. Numerous state governors have vowed to support Texas. Guess which way New Mexico’s governor has gone? Of course, she does not support Texas.

Let’s put this into perspective: New Mexico has the highest crime rate of all states in the nation. New Mexico does not value lawfulness and order; New Mexico values crime, poverty, and abortion. That is the kind of state that will not support Texas. This matters because we are a border state. For obvious reasons, our opinion matters more than a distant state that doesn’t have to cope directly with problems along the border. We have problems, big ones, but we will not support law and order.

One reason I’ve always laughed in idealists’ faces when they’ve waxed on about how we need to be a socialist country like Sweden or France is that our federal government botches everything they touch. They are one of the most inept bureaucracies in the world. Why would we want them to take further control over our welfare? This country is also much larger and more diverse than European nations and all their supposedly wonderful systems. By the way, massive immigration is destroying nations like Sweden, but don’t tell the idealists. They won’t appreciate that. Most don’t believe in borders, anyway, seeing them as arbitrary lines drawn on a map.

We have a giant country, the farthest reaches of which have no hope of getting reasonable help from the distant geriatric feds. But unfortunately, distance and incompetence are not what’s driving them in their desire for open borders. It is absolute wickedness and corruption. Biden doesn’t want law and order, just as Lujan-Grisham doesn’t want law and order.

I was talking to a recently retired border patrol officer the other day. When he first worked border patrol, the average decent men they would catch coming illegally across the border were truly looking for work. They were prideful, in fact, and didn’t want handouts. It was the policy of the border patrol to give them food and water, but these men refused it–even if they hadn’t eaten for a week–unless they could work in exchange. So, said officer would give them jobs to do to protect their dignity. He was also turned in by supposed humanitarians who would witness this and wrongly believe he was using the immigrants as unpaid labor.

Over the years, there was a shift in attitude he encountered, in which the average people coming across the border became entitled, demanding to be given free services and not just food and water. Humanitarians love entitlement; I’m not sure why. Maybe they perceive it as people standing up for themselves.

One man’s anecdote is obviously not the entire picture, but I think we can recognize that entitlement is part of the modern zeitgeist, and, in fact, is why we see so much blatant evil in political figures. They feel entitled to graft; they feel entitled to the bodies of other people’s children. It’s hard to fathom this kind of entitlement. But it’s there and glaringly obvious. It’s baked somewhere in our culture because we are the number one country that is on the receiving end of human trafficking. We are the receivers because the most entitled amongst us are demanding it.

The average Joe coming across the border these days might be entitled, but our own entitled have reached a level of wickedness that far surpasses them. We should shut down our borders to starve our own of their supply.

With all that being said, I think it’s time I made a run for the border myself. That was a swift change of subject. I was thinking about the state of Pueblo. But did you know it rains a lot there? It has an overall temperate climate, not that different from the Oregon coast….

Sometimes, leaving a toxic state of affairs instead of staying and fighting is the best possible answer. The funny thing is it’s a growing trend for Americans, and now Mexico is faced with a threat to their culture and language and… And they don’t really like it. They are getting it from both ends, though: immigrants from the south and now the north. Borders really are arbitrary unless you are willing to fight for them.

Delivering Hope Published!

Buy it HERE!

On little golden wings…

It’s been a long and crazy journey arriving at this point. I started this book on 11/11/22 and finally published on 12/21/23. At least, I’ve managed to publish the ebook. I’m still waiting on a proof of the print version; that publishing date is 01/10/24.

I really poured my heart into this book. It’s a little dark thematically, but it’s also goofy and filled with hope and second chances. I want you to walk away with warmth in your heart and tears in your eyes. I’m not joking. Of course, the book has jokes. There are comical moments that made me laugh even after reading them 10,000 times. If those parts don’t make you laugh….well, there’s no accounting for one’s sense of humor. Or lack thereof.

Life is a matter of laughing or crying. There’s no avoiding it unless you are the type to pretend humans are robots. But, gosh, people, even sci fi’s most beloved robots are almost human. That is, they toy with the idea of feelings and other intangibles, such as love, envy, or loneliness.

I used to be lonely. Now, I want to shed tears because I have a community here in Roswell of kind people who seem to see my heart more than anyone has in years. This past week–which has been exhausting–I’ve been called sunshine and sunny multiple times. Weird, considering the stress has caused my face to break out and my eyes to look a little pale and watery. It’s definitely not for my haggard appearance, in other words.

Humans need affirmation, love, and someone to truly see who they are every once in a while. No, these aren’t needs like oxygen. They are emotional and psychological needs. I hope to give that to people at my job and in my books.

January News

The print of Delivering Hope is now available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQRNT46R. If you would like a free copy of the ebook, please let me know. I only ask one thing: if you like the book, tell someone. Word of mouth is the best marketing.

I’ve started the sequel, and it’s moving at my normal pace of 1000 words a day. Its official title is Delivering the Goods & the Bads.

The Christmas tree came down on Epiphany Sunday, after I’d written on the front door with blessed chalk: 20+C+M+B+24. Because I’m feeling particularly lazy, here is the screenshot of the snippet I wrote for the weekly bulletin I create at my job:

I glimpse into my worklife….

I continue to make YouTube videos, in which I blather about nonsense. I even developed my own theme song. It’s called El Vuelo de Las Libélulas. I know; surprising, right? I’m trying to get over my awkwardness at playing the accordion on camera.

My dogs are brats. Did I just openly admit that? They are adorable brats. But they give me love, which is hard to find in the world. God loves purely. Nobody else does. Except dogs. I mean, they love you extra if you give them bacon, so maybe that’s not pure, but at least it’s predictably simple. They also openly display their love, not to mention their joy at loving. Humans instead display their misery in love.

Maybe I should stop listening to the song Qué Agonía five times a day. It’s such a good song, though. I will post below.

New Year’s Blessings

Last year was Year of the Accordion…for me, anyway. Who am I fooling? Every year is the year of the accordion.

But 2024 is going to be different from every other year. I’m not sure why yet. It just will be.

Here’s to the best year, upcoming, starting tomorrow!

Yes, the world might be crazy. Wars and bad weather and drug addicts are devastating, disturbing, and heartbreaking (respectively). But my hope for the future is in God. Whatever happens, he is with me. The Good Shepherd is guiding me.

Roswell, NM is, for unknown reasons, the pasture Jesus led me to almost nine years ago. I’m just as confused as you are.

But I repeat: here’s to the best year, starting tomorrow!!


And here is my New Year song, and what I had to say about it on YouTube:

I always take a New Year song that is supposed to inspire me throughout the coming year. It used to be whatever was playing on the radio when midnight rolled over. Now, it’s whatever pops up first on my feed. This was it. A ridiculously romantic song by Los Dos Carnales y Los Farmerz. I made a joke about King Solomon sending his hundreds of wives flowers to keep them happy in today’s video. That was after claiming the Song of Solomon was not even remotely romantic because there’s no way one man can make hundreds of wives feel loved. This song flips my idea around: “Tuve que reflexionar compraré mil rosas / Y un ramo buchón con billetes y toda la cosa / Hacerte feliz me importa…” I guess irony will be my inspiration for the coming year. This could get interesting.

Delivering Hope

That is the name of my book, but it is also my outlook in life. God delivers hope to us even in the darkest of circumstances. Sometimes, human suffering is internal, sometimes external — often both. When we cry out to God, he is faithful to rescue us. It is not always how we expect, though. Some of God’s people expected the Messiah to lead them in a physical battle, but instead, he was crucified, defeating death and ushering in the Promised Land in a spiritual sense. However, don’t get too caught up in the intangibles; his death was real and physically, tangibly painful, and his resurrection from death was just as real and physical. He even ate with his disciples in his new body.

While here, we want fulfillment of basic human needs: food, shelter… love, affirmation. Yes, I don’t care who you are or how jaded life turns you; you have a human need for affirmation. Don’t let cynics teach you otherwise. God loves you. God created you. God does not create junk. I had a shirt that said that when I was a child, but I did not actually believe it. Humans told me I was trash, and so I believed them instead of God’s calling on my life. Be careful how you treat people. Be careful when you are dismissive of them. Jesus died for those people you treat with your hate or your so-called “tough love.” If you don’t know how to respond to someone who makes you want to be dismissive — e.g. a person who calls themselves transgender and is trying to force a political agenda down your throat — I suggest you take a step back and pray. God knows more than you do, and realizing that is the first step towards wisdom.

The last rose of summer…
And now the sun has turned to rain…
And the rain to snow.

Yes, snow is incredibly difficult to capture on camera. All of this weather took place in the space of a few minutes. It is still snowing. Whatever you do, praise God in all seasons.

Autorrect is a bane

But mostly, that’s owing to laziness. I don’t check my work as I should, and I write blog posts on my phone. Autocorrect is especially bad for writing Spanish, as it is English by way of training and functionality on my phone. I should do better/ be better about reading over my work. I was scrolling down my website to remind myself of what I’ve posted and discovered bad autocorrect Spanish in my post “I will become a norteño song“. The worst part is I don’t even know what I meant to say at the time and can therefore not correct it. Let me go grab it and give a little grammar lesson.

I wrote: Quiero ser un rincon soleado / donde me puede amar a mi amado… The first part means “I want to be a sunny corner.” That is fine. But what does the second line mean? I have no idea. If I get a weird conceit in my head one day, it is not generally memorable to me a second day. “Where he can love me” is what the first half of the second line means, but what did I mean by the second part? Was “me” supposed to be “le”? “Le” is not correct there, so how could I have meant that? That’s why I assume autocorrect changed something fundamental that makes the entire expression incomprehensible.

Objects in Spanish are a little different than in English. In English, we’ve blurred the lines between subject and object and no longer use them correctly, but even when we do, we have one form for both direct and indirect. In Spanish, there are different forms, at least with he/she/it: le and lo/la. When you love someone, it is lo or la. However, when you’re dealing with people, you always put an “a” before them, even when “lo amo” = “amo a Juan”. Do you understand what I’m saying? An “a” would normally equate to a “le” but does not in this case. No, I’m not actually writing about any Juan. It’s just a convenient name because every man is named Juan in Spanish. It’s like being Jacob in the Holy Land. I get those calls at the office: “Hello, this is Jacob from the Holy Land. I would like to sell special items in your church.” To which, I say, “Which Jabob from the Holy Land?” as some are vetted by the Bishop and others — who knows?

Oh gosh, I think I figured out what I had intended, and autocorrect is not culpable, as it was in the last comment section, where “cumbia” became “Cumbria.” I probably started writing “donde me puede amar mi amado” and put the phone down and forgot what I was writing and added an “a”. I was (most likely) going for the cheap rhyme soleado/amado, which was why I flip-flopped the subject and verb — to be super poetic. But I’m not sure why the focus was on a lover loving the narrator (redundant, what?), instead of the narrator doing the loving. How selfish. OTOH, this is why I don’t actually write songs or poetry. I don’t have the proper perspective for it. So, it should be donde puedo amar a mi amado or conversely donde me puede amar mi amado.

Now you know a little about Spanish grammar (I hope). And way too much about the sloppy way I write blog posts.