Monday, July 28, 2014

Keeping the Lines Open

I have this dear friend (no really, I do, this is not a lame metaphor for me but I don't want you to know who I'm talking about sort of thing) that I've known for thirty years. See, it isn't me, I've known myself for a much longer period of time. While we chatted over beers the other night he admitted to me that he had moved even further to the right politically in the last year. I pointed out that the important thing to remember is that we are still friends and able to talk about these things over a beer. He said that he had recently stopped contributing financially to public broadcasting because of their liberal slant. I remain convinced that people who claim this bias as fact have likely abandoned public broadcasting for right wing, pundit-heavy "news" sources that reinforce their already held, deep-seated beliefs. I confessed that I remain a public broadcasting supporter and listener. It complements my liberal, tree-hugging, socialist, freelovehippie tendencies. I think that my friend is afraid President Obama is bent on taking his guns away from him. Maybe even that our president might not be an American. Fear breeds fear and listening only to those who think like you reinforces those fears. If he's fallen into that worst of mindsets, confusing opinion with fact and opining with journalism, that may end up being a dealbreaker for me. I enjoy the discussion. The only way I can learn is by being exposed to new ideas and knowledge outside of my bailiwick, and I enjoy learning new things. I hope to continue to have the occasional conversation with this friend over a beer or two. He is intelligent and kind-hearted and generous and funny and I enjoy his company immensely. I'm certain he feels the same way about me despite our vast political differences.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Live at the Library

Here I am at the Spearfish public library. Typing on the tiny keyboard on my Nexus with my pink stylus/pen. It just autocorrected my spelling of its name. Smartass device. Six hours or so til Red Willow takes the stage at the Knuckle in Sturgis. I have had a lovely few days enjoying Spearfish canyon and Jill's hospitality. Just found out that sisters Irene and Nancy are on their way out for the concert tonight, too. All I can say is, what fun. Now to peruse some local shops downtown. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Road Trip!

Momentarily I shall be departing for the lovely Black Hills to commune with Jill and chillens and nature. Reid has his to-do list that is mostly cat-centric. After a brief stop in Sioux Falls for gas and a couple of errands I will direct the Outback in a westerly direction. Pretty excited over Saturday's Red Willow reunion concert! And as Jill advised, the tickets have been in the car since Sunday. My OCD tendencies will probably kick in and force me to check for them at least twice before I can comfortably back out of the driveway. Drive attentively! Put down that phone and don't even think about texting! I promise to do the same! Let's all get where we're going safely. Said the mother hen. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Apologies, Michael

While viewing My Girl last evening for the first time in years, I was struck with three thoughts. Yes, three. Without spraining or straining anything. Firstly, wow, does my elder son bear a remarkable resemblance to Macauley Culkin, or what? At least at the age of eleven they appear to be twins born of different mothers. Though I must say that Michael has turned out to be a much more well adjusted as well as handsome adult than Mr. Culkin. That would be my entirely non-objective maternal observation. Secondly, that My Girl is really a terrific movie. And third, when Netflix uses the label tearjerker, they are absolutely not kidding. I strongly recommend having a box of kleenex within reach.


















After wrestling with photo placement and trying to maneuver the text around to where I wanted it and failing, I just hit the publish button out of sheer frustration. I am not pleased with the layout in the finished product. If you are also displeased, I feel your pain. I promise this sort of thing will be fixed when the book comes out. Because I will have something called an editor and professional graphics design people. And as I have just now observed in the preview window, this footnote isn't going where I want it, either. Meh.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Feeding the Beast

He took down the jumpybrain photo of himself still awake at 2:30 in the morning. I liked that pic. Sigh. Not that I looked...not for long, anyway. Wish I'd thought to swipe it. But that would have been creepy.
                                                               

Make it Stop

The insanity. Make it stop. Every time I hear of the latest tragedy involving totally senseless violence and the inevitable loss of innocent life it makes me want to scream. Sometimes it doesn't involve death, just the stubborn refusal to get along, to find solutions, to listen to reason. I swear if Elizabeth Warren and Krista Tippett were running things, more of this sort of thing would be happening. I remember so clearly my mother walking into the escalating melee between the four of us kids and simply announcing that this must stop. Now. And when we simultaneously chimed in our separate versions of our innocence and were clearly the injured party she would hold up her hand and announce that she didn't care. That the noise and mayhem must immediately stop, that we must go to neutral corners, and that this would most emphatically be the end of it. She meant it. And we would sulk off to homework or chores or watching tv. Ten minutes later I doubt that any of us could have told you what we had been fighting about. I think we need some kind of universal Mom to accomplish a similar task on a global basis. I nominate Ms. Warren and Ms. Tippett for their efforts toward creating a more reasonable, functioning and peaceful world. The rest of us need to line up behind them. 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

D & Me


 With Flamingo


With Attitude