Having reviewed carefully my writings of the past year or so, I've decided it's time to take a "leave" and rethink whether I might be able to make this thing better, and what, if anything, I might write that would accomplish that. I expect, therefore, that I will write nothing here until I have a plan, a new design and a better focus. The mundane things in my day to day existence have been pretty well worked over and over worked.
Maybe in time a new design and a new purpose - or maybe a realization that the time has come for me to keep my thoughts to myself. We shall see.
Now I have something to think about on my long drive home.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Understatement
Barney Frank, quoted yesterday by Andy Birkey in the Minnesota Independent:
"Frank told the Hill this weekend, 'Any movement in which the intellectual leader is Michele Bachmann is obviously going to be problematic.'"
Understatement indeed!
"Frank told the Hill this weekend, 'Any movement in which the intellectual leader is Michele Bachmann is obviously going to be problematic.'"
Understatement indeed!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Spring Training Game Two - 2010
"Who does he think he is? I've been in this line of traffic for half an hour and he thinks I'm going to let him in ahead of me? No Way!" said I as I sped up to close the gap to prevent his ugly rotten orange colored Pontiac Vibe from getting ahead of my much more worthy and attractive blue Subaru Outback. As we inched our joint and mutual ways through the lugubriously creeping line of cars to the far, far, extremely far away back 40 - called the west lot (or, more accurately, the bordering on California lot), we kept track of the orange Vibe and saw it zip ahead of us to park nearby in the pack of baseball fans who, like us, had been fobbed off into the wild, dusty nether fields of Glendale, Arizona.
We reached our seats in time for the beginning of the third inning and watched as the Cubby's kept the White Sox at bay almost effortlessly. I'm guessing there were about an equal number of fans for both teams in this, the first sell-out ever for a spring training game. Warm - very warm - sunshine and little breeze. A couple of beers for both of us, and a cheesy chili dog for me added to our experience, and Sue and I had quite a nice time cheering for the Cubs. We experienced a moment of incredulity when someone near us was overheard expounding that A.J. Pierzinski should eventually become a manager because he really knows the rules and loves the game. It occurred to us that A.J. might also need some people skills to become a successful manager, but then what do we know?
The game was played in the beautiful new White Sox spring training stadium at Camelback Ranch. I actually like White Sox fans. They seemed pleased about our new ball park, although there was some feeling that the team should reserve the right to play at the Metrodome in April and September.
We left in the eighth inning to get a jump on the traffic - which, as it happened, was a pretty meaningless gesture. Where our arrival at the game was accomplished by creeping along for many, many minutes, our departure from the game was marked by a gridlocked sea of vehicles, out of which no one was allowed to depart. During the seemingly endless period of our mutual forced immobility, we began chatting with our fellow prisoners, and particularly with the man in the orange Vibe, who was, as it happens, idling beside us in the "exit hopefuls" line. I hoped he had forgotten my unfortunate rudeness on the way into the game. Another driver encouraged me to follow through on my suggestion to cut the string barrier and take off across the field, assuring me he would certainly follow. I could envision doing this, then falling back and letting the followers take the lead and the consequences. Suddenly our line began to move and kept moving until we were out the gate and onto the road and, surprisingly, motoring rather expeditiously out of the area. I did, however, feel a pang of what might have been guilt, but somehow came out as glee, when I looked back across the field towards whence we had come and there still sat the ugly orange Vibe. As I recall, it is said that retribution belongeth to the Lord, (or something similar) and I'll be doing heavy penance for a time until this injustice has faded from memory or been repaid by my future good deeds.
We reached our seats in time for the beginning of the third inning and watched as the Cubby's kept the White Sox at bay almost effortlessly. I'm guessing there were about an equal number of fans for both teams in this, the first sell-out ever for a spring training game. Warm - very warm - sunshine and little breeze. A couple of beers for both of us, and a cheesy chili dog for me added to our experience, and Sue and I had quite a nice time cheering for the Cubs. We experienced a moment of incredulity when someone near us was overheard expounding that A.J. Pierzinski should eventually become a manager because he really knows the rules and loves the game. It occurred to us that A.J. might also need some people skills to become a successful manager, but then what do we know?
The game was played in the beautiful new White Sox spring training stadium at Camelback Ranch. I actually like White Sox fans. They seemed pleased about our new ball park, although there was some feeling that the team should reserve the right to play at the Metrodome in April and September.
We left in the eighth inning to get a jump on the traffic - which, as it happened, was a pretty meaningless gesture. Where our arrival at the game was accomplished by creeping along for many, many minutes, our departure from the game was marked by a gridlocked sea of vehicles, out of which no one was allowed to depart. During the seemingly endless period of our mutual forced immobility, we began chatting with our fellow prisoners, and particularly with the man in the orange Vibe, who was, as it happens, idling beside us in the "exit hopefuls" line. I hoped he had forgotten my unfortunate rudeness on the way into the game. Another driver encouraged me to follow through on my suggestion to cut the string barrier and take off across the field, assuring me he would certainly follow. I could envision doing this, then falling back and letting the followers take the lead and the consequences. Suddenly our line began to move and kept moving until we were out the gate and onto the road and, surprisingly, motoring rather expeditiously out of the area. I did, however, feel a pang of what might have been guilt, but somehow came out as glee, when I looked back across the field towards whence we had come and there still sat the ugly orange Vibe. As I recall, it is said that retribution belongeth to the Lord, (or something similar) and I'll be doing heavy penance for a time until this injustice has faded from memory or been repaid by my future good deeds.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Of course, I'm not complaining
But today has been as miserable a day in the desert as I would ever expect. Dark rolling clouds dumping heavy rain followed by gusty cold winds - I might as well be home in Minnesota. In fact I soon will be.
Yesterday, my cousin and I attended a spring training game between the Chicago Cubs and the Oakland A's. The game began with a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner that was breathtaking - sung by a girl who could not have been more than five or six years' old. Singing A Capella in perfect tune, she added an awesome octave jump on the word "free" that brought a gasp from audience, including me. As I recall, her name was something like Athena Cleeve, but don't quote me on that.
The 7th Inning stretch produced a crowd of loud Cubs fans singing "root, root, root for the 'Cubbies'" - Oakland was the home team, and the fans could just as well have sung "rout, rout, rout for the home team", as that is what the Cubbies did. We left in the middle of the 8th Inning with the score at 10 to 1 for Chicago. As we walked to the car, someone from the A's hit a two run homer, but it was still a rout.
Cloudy day with a chilly breeze, but the rain held off until later out of consideration, I'm sure, for my cousin from Cedar Rapids. A cool day, with a chilly breeze, a somewhat ominous precursor to the Twins playing in April and September at our new outdoor field. Baseball as it was meant to be played in all kinds of weather. Actually, I think I won't hurry to go "out to the ball game" in Minnesota. But I am happy to be hurrying home soon nevertheless.
Yesterday, my cousin and I attended a spring training game between the Chicago Cubs and the Oakland A's. The game began with a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner that was breathtaking - sung by a girl who could not have been more than five or six years' old. Singing A Capella in perfect tune, she added an awesome octave jump on the word "free" that brought a gasp from audience, including me. As I recall, her name was something like Athena Cleeve, but don't quote me on that.
The 7th Inning stretch produced a crowd of loud Cubs fans singing "root, root, root for the 'Cubbies'" - Oakland was the home team, and the fans could just as well have sung "rout, rout, rout for the home team", as that is what the Cubbies did. We left in the middle of the 8th Inning with the score at 10 to 1 for Chicago. As we walked to the car, someone from the A's hit a two run homer, but it was still a rout.
Cloudy day with a chilly breeze, but the rain held off until later out of consideration, I'm sure, for my cousin from Cedar Rapids. A cool day, with a chilly breeze, a somewhat ominous precursor to the Twins playing in April and September at our new outdoor field. Baseball as it was meant to be played in all kinds of weather. Actually, I think I won't hurry to go "out to the ball game" in Minnesota. But I am happy to be hurrying home soon nevertheless.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
My Himalayan Salt Lamp
It emits a pleasant glow and is an interesting gadget to talk about. Of course, I didn't believe it would remove all dust and pollutants and alleviate allergies, asthma, etc. Nor is it credible that it would boost my immune system, speed the heeling of my wounds, increase my alertness, improve my sleep and cognitive abilities or help reduce my anxiety. All those supposed benefits were clearly exaggerations or, more credibly, total fantasy.
Still, one can't rule out the possibilities until one tries it out. Thus, the first night it glowed pleasantly in my bedroom all night long, and I slept peacefully, looking forward to a morning when I would be transformed from groggy old lady to alert, productive and highly focused old lady. Morning arrived, and there was no perceptible improvement in any of these areas.
Within a short time after retiring the next night to my room full of negative ions, I developed a stomach ache, which by midnight evolved into a solid bout of stomach flu. Afraid these lamp ions might have been a bit too negative, I turned off my new salt lamp and slept the better part of the next day and night with whatever positive or neutral ions might yet remain. Sleep, as we know, has great restorative powers, even in an atmosphere of positive ions.
People who have heretofore respected my level of common sense and intelligence are, I'm sure, asking themselves, "What was she thinking?" Actually, I thought it would be a good joke, which in fact it is. Now that I've tested it, I have thought it would be sensible not to tell anyone about it. Ridicule is such a hurtful thing. Yet, my innate habit of candor and openness has prevailed.
Now you realize the lengths to which I will go to have something to write on my blog. I don't recommend that you rush out and buy one for yourself. Perhaps, that goes without saying.
Still, one can't rule out the possibilities until one tries it out. Thus, the first night it glowed pleasantly in my bedroom all night long, and I slept peacefully, looking forward to a morning when I would be transformed from groggy old lady to alert, productive and highly focused old lady. Morning arrived, and there was no perceptible improvement in any of these areas.
Within a short time after retiring the next night to my room full of negative ions, I developed a stomach ache, which by midnight evolved into a solid bout of stomach flu. Afraid these lamp ions might have been a bit too negative, I turned off my new salt lamp and slept the better part of the next day and night with whatever positive or neutral ions might yet remain. Sleep, as we know, has great restorative powers, even in an atmosphere of positive ions.
People who have heretofore respected my level of common sense and intelligence are, I'm sure, asking themselves, "What was she thinking?" Actually, I thought it would be a good joke, which in fact it is. Now that I've tested it, I have thought it would be sensible not to tell anyone about it. Ridicule is such a hurtful thing. Yet, my innate habit of candor and openness has prevailed.
Now you realize the lengths to which I will go to have something to write on my blog. I don't recommend that you rush out and buy one for yourself. Perhaps, that goes without saying.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Happy March
Ice houses must be removed from lakes. Can spring be far behind? Yet, I turn over my Minnesota calendar to the month of March and there it is, a picture of another snowy day in my favorite city. I'm so looking forward to it all going away so I can come home.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Another unlikely place to shop
Along the lines of looking for new socks at the grocery store, I don't usually think, "Ah, I need a snack. I guess I'll stop at the hardware store." But, if you're not too particular about your snack tastes, you could do just that.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
What's that?
Walking through the Safeway parking lot yesterday, I spotted a bobby pin. I haven't seen one of those in years. Didn't even know they still made them, yet, they can be purchased at Safeway. I wonder. Should I try a new hair style? So many options available using bobby pins. Or not.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
That's so cool!
Walking my three younger dogs (mother and two of her kids) in the park the other day, a man was so impressed that they were all marked the same. I mumbled something about them being well bred. Then he asked if the father was marked this way too, which I said he was. "Wow!" he said, as he walked away. Yeah, I thought, it is sooo cool!! I love Boston Terriers. But, of course, you already knew that.
Always alert
It appears that my anxiety about the imminent demise of my Bertie was, thankfully and happily, premature. How premature, I don't know, but he is back to being his alert and curious self on the treatment program provided to me by my Arizona veterinarian. I am, of course, very, very pleased. Now if only he could hear me when I call him. Ah well, two out of three is not bad at all.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I never get sick - really, I never do.
Well, maybe once every twenty years or so I get a little touch of something. Yesterday, I had ample opportunity to moan and whine and wallow in self pity. I even had house guests on hand to commiserate and assure me that my instinct to simply sleep all day was appropriate. But was that any way to treat my brother, Gerrit, and his wife, Julie? Not very entertaining, but they didn't seem to mind.
It seems this must have been a 24 hour bug, as it ended abruptly in the middle of last night about the same time as it had started, also abruptly, the night before. Today I'm normal again, although I'm willing to use my recent experience as an excuse to take it easy.
Gerrit and Julie have left for home now, and I'm wishing them a safe trip and being thankful that they came to visit me. We had a good time, in spite of this little interruption. I'm assuming now I should be good for another twenty years.
It seems this must have been a 24 hour bug, as it ended abruptly in the middle of last night about the same time as it had started, also abruptly, the night before. Today I'm normal again, although I'm willing to use my recent experience as an excuse to take it easy.
Gerrit and Julie have left for home now, and I'm wishing them a safe trip and being thankful that they came to visit me. We had a good time, in spite of this little interruption. I'm assuming now I should be good for another twenty years.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Just a whisper in her ear
I just whispered to my Lily, "Shall we go to the park?" And now I've definitely got to go walk the dogs. I teach them, but I never learn.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Having it both ways
Gov Pawlenty, I see, is urging a 20% tax cut for corporations. (Could he be looking for corporate campaign support?) President Obama submitted a bill for tax relief for small businesses. As I understand it, it is a good thing to help out small businesses because they employ many people.
Yet, I've read that Republicans can't support President Obama's tax cut for small business because of our huge deficit. I'll be waiting to hear the conservatives make the same argument against Gov Pawlenty's tax cut proposals. I'll be waiting, but I won't be holding my breath.
Yet, I've read that Republicans can't support President Obama's tax cut for small business because of our huge deficit. I'll be waiting to hear the conservatives make the same argument against Gov Pawlenty's tax cut proposals. I'll be waiting, but I won't be holding my breath.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Dog update
Bertie is doing well, and I've chosen to pretend that he'll be fine - which is probably true for the time being. We're all doing well here in Phoenix, and I'm glad Bertie's not struggling with his "issues" in two feet of snow. My sympathy is with all of you who are. By my calendar it is a mere two months before I'll be readying myself and the "kids" to return to Minnesota. And we will be ready. Love my family and friends here, but miss my friends at home a lot.
Encouraging news
"The spotlight has been bright, not necessarily kind to former Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin.
"According to a new Washington Post-ABC News poll, 71% of Americans do not feel that Palin is qualified to be President. That includes a sharp drop in Republican support, where 45% believe she is qualified compared to 66% who thought she was last fall."
Huffington Post, Feb 11, 2010
I would like those who still believe in the myth of a "liberal press" to justify the excessive coverage given to Tea Party types and Sarah Palin. This little dose of reality brightened my day. The next thing that brightened my day was watching the wonderful work of Stephen Colbert at http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/264042/february-08-2010/sarah-palin-uses-a-hand-o-prompter
Just highlight the address above, paste it in your browser and enjoy.
"According to a new Washington Post-ABC News poll, 71% of Americans do not feel that Palin is qualified to be President. That includes a sharp drop in Republican support, where 45% believe she is qualified compared to 66% who thought she was last fall."
Huffington Post, Feb 11, 2010
I would like those who still believe in the myth of a "liberal press" to justify the excessive coverage given to Tea Party types and Sarah Palin. This little dose of reality brightened my day. The next thing that brightened my day was watching the wonderful work of Stephen Colbert at http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/264042/february-08-2010/sarah-palin-uses-a-hand-o-prompter
Just highlight the address above, paste it in your browser and enjoy.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Dog: God spelled backwards
There's a Facebook group entitled something like "I'm a Christian." I joined this group with some reluctance. Unfortunately too many people these days who call themselves Christians don't act like it. My comment: "My God is a God of love. What about you?"
This week two of my friends unexpectedly lost their 6 year old Viszla to a rare form of leukemia. His time was too short, and the pain of his loss is, I know, intense. I deeply sympathize with them, as do many others who commented on their facebook pages. From their comments it is clear that they did all the right things to give their "boy" a loving farewell and a peaceful end. That will be a comfort for them always.
This week I learned that my old Bertie, age 13 1/2, has a growth that is squeezing his colon, and there is nothing that can be done to prevent his quality of life from deteriorating too quickly. I know his days are numbered, but, of course, I've known that ever since he turned 13 - or more generally since the day he was born. The number of days is, though still unknown, a smaller number than I would hope for - but then that's always the case too, isn't it?
I now have some time to cuddle him, pet him, feed him healthy food, walk him by many extremely interesting trees and posts (his sense of smell is definitely not impaired), and generally appreciate him. That's the advantage of time and a warning.
Luckily, there are several other dogs in my household to comfort me and share the sadness. Some folks are "nearer to God in their gardens." I am, fortunately I believe, nearer to God with my dogs. And God is Love. With my dogs, I'm surrounded by love.
This week two of my friends unexpectedly lost their 6 year old Viszla to a rare form of leukemia. His time was too short, and the pain of his loss is, I know, intense. I deeply sympathize with them, as do many others who commented on their facebook pages. From their comments it is clear that they did all the right things to give their "boy" a loving farewell and a peaceful end. That will be a comfort for them always.
This week I learned that my old Bertie, age 13 1/2, has a growth that is squeezing his colon, and there is nothing that can be done to prevent his quality of life from deteriorating too quickly. I know his days are numbered, but, of course, I've known that ever since he turned 13 - or more generally since the day he was born. The number of days is, though still unknown, a smaller number than I would hope for - but then that's always the case too, isn't it?
I now have some time to cuddle him, pet him, feed him healthy food, walk him by many extremely interesting trees and posts (his sense of smell is definitely not impaired), and generally appreciate him. That's the advantage of time and a warning.
Luckily, there are several other dogs in my household to comfort me and share the sadness. Some folks are "nearer to God in their gardens." I am, fortunately I believe, nearer to God with my dogs. And God is Love. With my dogs, I'm surrounded by love.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Dusting up
Having in the past year assumed personal responsibility for keeping my home clean, i.e. vacuumed, dusted and mopped, I have been attentive to those ads for "wetjets" and fluffy dusters. None of these ads, however, had prepared me for fluffy dusters that shed clumps of fluff as you dust, or for dusting cloths which simply move the dust into bunches and pile it into corners of the dusted surface. And my use of the wetjet has sent me back to my trusty mop for clean floors.
My final word on cleaning materials: Use the tried and tested and familiar forms. The other stuff, probably made in China, is worthless, no matter how many mops you've watched weeping in their seats as their cabs pulled away from the curb. Don't believe everything (anything?) you see on TV.
My final word on cleaning materials: Use the tried and tested and familiar forms. The other stuff, probably made in China, is worthless, no matter how many mops you've watched weeping in their seats as their cabs pulled away from the curb. Don't believe everything (anything?) you see on TV.
A bright start to a new day
Spectacular sunrise this morning. Beautiful sunny day in the valley. I sympathize with my friends at home, as well as my cousin and her family in Oklahoma City. This is a wild winter, and I absolutely believe we should be paying more attention to the climatic changes that may account for this awful weather around the country. But that would be politics, and, as I noted earlier, I've given up on those.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Blog hiatus
I seem to have taken an unannounced hiatus from writing this irrelevant occasional account of life as I see it. No excuses, really. I just developed inertia, or, perhaps, a paucity of inspiration - although that has seldom prevented me from blathering on about myself in the past. Scanning my consciousness for inspiration, I look at subjects like politics, or dogs, or me.
I'm tired of politics and have concluded that, other than continually sending money, which I'm constantly being asked to do, there is really nothing I can do to affect public policy decisions - at least nothing that I'm willing to expend my energy doing. My Aunt Mildred, I know, regularly calls the offices of her U.S. Senators (McCain and Kyl - conservatives) and advises them of the positions they should be taking and things they should be doing to make good things happen for the people of Arizona. I could do that, but, luckily for me, my U.S. Senators, Klobuchar and Franken, are doing pretty much what I voted for them to do. Nor can I fault my U.S. Representative, Keith Ellison. All that's left for me is to scream and howl at the TV screen when Representative Boehnhead or Bachmaniac or Senator McComical or the like natter on about why they should continue to do nothing for the people because every idea proposed by Obama is useless or wrongheaded or too liberal or too expensive. I thought things like helping people get jobs and giving tax credits for small businesses were among the things the conservatives claimed should be addressed. What do I know?
More personally, I am enjoying getting to know the very welcoming and pleasant choir members at Trinity Cathedral and, just as happily, I'm enjoying singing with Erik Goldstrom, our new music director/organist, etc. Many years singing in Episcopal church choirs have introduced me to most of the music we're working on, easing my self-consciousness at singing with people I don't know very well. Luckily too, I did not lose my voice a week after arriving here, as I did last year. I also await news of the hiring of a new music director at St. Paul's in Minneapolis.
The weather in my southern home has been cooler than it was last year, with a week of clouds and rain, even storms, just recently. This is good, as rain is always needed here in the desert, and not so good, as I had hoped to lie in my outdoor chaise for long hours enjoying the sunshine and warmth and laughing at the dogs chasing each other around the yard - but that will come.
In about three months I will be home again to a, hopefully, glorious and, certainly, welcome spring. Meanwhile, I think with sympathy of my friends enduring the awful cold and snow and ice. The brightest news I have from home is that my dear friend is home from surgery and rehab for her hip replacement and is looking forward to a less painful and more normal day to day life. The Lord works through strong wills and healing hands.
Other than one small outbreak of aggression and a couple of possibly pulled muscles, all of my Bostons are doing fine. My Vickie, aged 10, has had some left rear and right front leg muscle "cramps" - at least that's what they seemed to be. One morning I found her trying to walk on her left front and right rear legs only. It was sad and a little amusing. Yoyo, whose eyes tell me she's sorry, but . . ., initiated another aggressive attack on my Princess, so my attempt to create a more open, normal life was quashed. If she could talk, I know Yo would say, "I'm sorry, Mom, but I just don't like her." And Princess would say, "Keep that bitch away from me. She terrifies me." So we adjust and all is peaceful again.
Politics, dogs and me - with gratitude for my friends and relatives who keep my life worthwhile. Perhaps a hiatus is not a bad idea now and then.
I'm tired of politics and have concluded that, other than continually sending money, which I'm constantly being asked to do, there is really nothing I can do to affect public policy decisions - at least nothing that I'm willing to expend my energy doing. My Aunt Mildred, I know, regularly calls the offices of her U.S. Senators (McCain and Kyl - conservatives) and advises them of the positions they should be taking and things they should be doing to make good things happen for the people of Arizona. I could do that, but, luckily for me, my U.S. Senators, Klobuchar and Franken, are doing pretty much what I voted for them to do. Nor can I fault my U.S. Representative, Keith Ellison. All that's left for me is to scream and howl at the TV screen when Representative Boehnhead or Bachmaniac or Senator McComical or the like natter on about why they should continue to do nothing for the people because every idea proposed by Obama is useless or wrongheaded or too liberal or too expensive. I thought things like helping people get jobs and giving tax credits for small businesses were among the things the conservatives claimed should be addressed. What do I know?
More personally, I am enjoying getting to know the very welcoming and pleasant choir members at Trinity Cathedral and, just as happily, I'm enjoying singing with Erik Goldstrom, our new music director/organist, etc. Many years singing in Episcopal church choirs have introduced me to most of the music we're working on, easing my self-consciousness at singing with people I don't know very well. Luckily too, I did not lose my voice a week after arriving here, as I did last year. I also await news of the hiring of a new music director at St. Paul's in Minneapolis.
The weather in my southern home has been cooler than it was last year, with a week of clouds and rain, even storms, just recently. This is good, as rain is always needed here in the desert, and not so good, as I had hoped to lie in my outdoor chaise for long hours enjoying the sunshine and warmth and laughing at the dogs chasing each other around the yard - but that will come.
In about three months I will be home again to a, hopefully, glorious and, certainly, welcome spring. Meanwhile, I think with sympathy of my friends enduring the awful cold and snow and ice. The brightest news I have from home is that my dear friend is home from surgery and rehab for her hip replacement and is looking forward to a less painful and more normal day to day life. The Lord works through strong wills and healing hands.
Other than one small outbreak of aggression and a couple of possibly pulled muscles, all of my Bostons are doing fine. My Vickie, aged 10, has had some left rear and right front leg muscle "cramps" - at least that's what they seemed to be. One morning I found her trying to walk on her left front and right rear legs only. It was sad and a little amusing. Yoyo, whose eyes tell me she's sorry, but . . ., initiated another aggressive attack on my Princess, so my attempt to create a more open, normal life was quashed. If she could talk, I know Yo would say, "I'm sorry, Mom, but I just don't like her." And Princess would say, "Keep that bitch away from me. She terrifies me." So we adjust and all is peaceful again.
Politics, dogs and me - with gratitude for my friends and relatives who keep my life worthwhile. Perhaps a hiatus is not a bad idea now and then.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Pat Robertson is a fool
Facebook has a new group for people to sign up to tell Pat Robertson to STFU. I would prefer to ask the media to stop giving Pat Robertson a stage. Does anyone care what idiotic ideas Scott Roeder (killer of Dr. George Tiller) would espouse if he were asked or allowed to publicize them? Would anyone care to hear specifically the views of James von Brunn (shooter at the Holocaust Museum, fortunately now deceased)? Why does the media repeat anything Pat Robertson says? For that matter, why do they report anything Sarah Palen says, but that is an argument for another day. Pat Robertson is irrelevant to the horrible tragedy in Haiti, so while it would be nice if he STFU, it would be more sensible if no one paid any attention to him.
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