I have a new keyboard in my laptop and I'm again sitting in the very place where the last one was ruined. The sun isn't up yet and I'm here on the deck at Sweet Lady's place taking a risk. -Seeing if I'm capable of writing a post without dumping my coffee all over it.
A friend ordered this keyboard for me - and I'm thinking it was used since it "feels" more broken in than my old one ever did. It works fine. For the price he charged me to fix the thing, I'll not question whether it was used or new. God knows I'd have spent four or five times the money if I'd had the "Geek Squad" or "Fire Dog" people repair it. -Then, as has been my - admittedly limited and second hand - experience with those types, getting them to stand behind the work becomes a matter of arguing fine print and deductibles.
Yesterday, Sweet Lady and I worked on getting her daughter's room packed up for the upcoming move. Let me tell ya, that girl has more books than some small town library's children's sections. Had to be a dozen boxes worth - and that was after some serious pruning just a couple of months ago. I'm not criticizing. The girl is a voracious reader.
She's tiny for her age, and sometimes it absolutely flips me out when she reads aloud, what with all the feelings and character voices she does off the cuff as she breezes through whatever book she's picked out. I don't read with her that often, but when I do, it's fun to take my own eyes off the page and just watch her facial expressions - like watching a fine-featured doll come to life. When she's sitting with her Mom reading, it's even more fun to watch, both of them totally engrossed, wide-eyed and often giggling away.
Just now - dawn has broken through, by the way - a little boy named Max and his mom rode by. They live just down and across the street. She was on a bike, and Max rode his ubiquitous scooter. On this part of the deck, I'm sort of hidden behind some tall shrubs, so they didn't see me. Max was asking his Mom, "But what if it takes us more than thirty minutes to get there?"
His mom replied, "Well, then we'd be in big trouble, so we'd better keep moving."
Max said, "But who would get us in trouble?"
Mom replied, "We'd get ourselves in trouble! So...."
I couldn't hear the rest. Cute though.
Be good to everyone.
Both seeds are tiny. Anyone could make the same mistake, right?
Busy day ahead, Hell, who's kidding who; busy couple of weeks ahead.
Tonight, good ex-roomie Dot is bringing her beau Terry and three members of her Danish family for dinner. Plus, today is AuntConi's birthday, (Give her a shout. I think it's her 29th birthday...) so we're going to celebrate that here too tonight. It's likely AC will get here before I get back from my work travels today, and as such, I'm leaving her a small list of duties I'd like her to perform to help me prepare for this evening. Nice huh? Happy Birthday Coni - now get your butt to work!
Tomorrow morning I'm heading back out to Des Moines for a couple of weeks for some big doin's at Sweet Lady's house. She's been too busy to post lately, but I'm hoping now she'll have time to give everyone her good news over the weekend - even if I have to stand over her and point at the keyboard of her computer like some whack-job control freak. "You just sit right there till you get this done!"
I'll just say she's worked very hard and I'm extremely proud of her.
In addition, she and the crew are moving next week. The new house is just a couple of blocks away from where she lives now, but it's a nicer place by far and she's excited about it - as am I.
Because of my strange schedule, I'm not sure which state I'll be in election day, so the other day I ordered an absentee ballot. For some reason it made me feel old. My long held impression about absentee ballots is that they're generally for elderly folks who've usually hightailed to Florida by the time election day rolls around, or if they can't afford that, have hunkered in for the winter by then. -Silly, I know, but there you go.
Last night I decided to make up one of my favorite recipes for coleslaw for this evening so the dressing would have plenty of time to marinade. Here it is. I slice a head of cabbage - either red or green - ridiculously thinly, then the same with half a sweet onion. I dice a single carrot into tiny little bits - my rule is that once I think the pieces are small enough, I continue chopping for that long again.
The dressing is made of about a third of a cup of oil - for this I just use vegetable oil - and about a quarter cup of vinegar. I add a tablespoon of sugar, a pinch of garlic powder and if I have it, a half a lemon squeezed into the mix. Then I add a little salt, pepper and about a half a teaspoon of caraway seeds. Shake up the dressing and pour over the cabbage, onion and carrot mixture. Mix thoroughly and set aside in the fridge for a few hours. -Simple and wonderful, and it keeps for days.
I was on the phone with Sweet Lady as I mixed this up last night and for some reason my mind went blank. Instead of caraway seeds, I used cumin seeds.
Oy.
Quite a different flavor.
-Guess I'll call it Mexi-slaw. Hope folks will still eat it.
Just got this from my aunt. Have no idea who wrote it so I can't give credit, but it's pretty well said...
I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....
* If you grow up in Hawaii , raised by your grandparents, you're 'exotic, different.'
* Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, a quintessential American story.
* If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
* Name your kids Willow , Trig, and Track, you're a maverick.
* Graduate from Harvard Law School and you are unstable.
* Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating and you're well grounded.
* If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
* If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.
* If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
* If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.
* If you teach responsible, age-appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
* If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.
* If your wife is a Harvard graduate laywer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America 's.
* If your husband is nicknamed "First Dude," with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, didn't register to vote until age 25 and has been a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA , your family is extremely "patriotic."
OK, much clearer now.
I think we're in great shape as a nation.
Support a woman's choice in reproduction issues, while at the same time striving to reduce the (perceived) need for anyone to seek an abortion and you are a "baby killer"; seek to deny the option to terminate any pregnancy, even in cases of rape or incest of a minor, and you are "family oriented." (Note: Alaska ranks among the top 5 states for rape, incest, and domestic violence.)
I'd go on, but it's too early to have to feel nauseated all evening.
I've started three posts since last Friday. The first was to be about the Sex Education ad McCain's campaign ran. I was incensed. The bill did NOT suggest five-year-olds be taught comprehensive sex education. It doesn't matter. Stupid people will watch the ad and use it as another reason to see Obama as "the Boogie Man". Nothing I can write will change that. So what if the bill was supported by P.T.A.s and P.T.O.s all over the state. If Obama had no scruples, he'd run an ad stating that McCain wants kids vulnerable to sex predators. It would be exactly as accurate as McCain's ad was.
The second was about the Sarah Palin interview. No who uses their brains thought she did well. Stupid people thought her poise and smile and sincere voice was enough. She smiles well and really believes what she believes. Great. So do lots of people I know, but I don't want any of them to be Vice President either.
The third post was going to be my suggestion about the ad I think Obama should run to get to those folks who claim to be Christians - the ones who claim to have the corner on "family values". It would go something like this...
The camera, in soft focus, slowly zooms in through a doorway into a hospital room. We see the back of a guy with salt and pepper hair leaning down to talk to the patient in the bed. The soft music - preferably a recognizable theme from a soap opera - fades down and we hear some beeps from machines... The man is speaking slowly, sincerely; the voice is recognizable:
"I know baby, and I'm sorry hun, I know you waited for me all these years, but look at you. You expect me, John McCain, to stay with you when I've got a millionaire hotty wanting to jump my bones? It's just not gonna happen. I'm a hero, don't you know that? You don't fit the image, ya know? Look, it's really quite simple - can you hear me? - by dumping you and latching on to her and her daddy's money, the sky's the limit for me. I could be a senator someday. -Maybe even president! So anyway, I gotta go. There's a party tonight where I get to meet some really important people. Isn't that cool? Good luck to ya."
And he gently pats her legs as he gets up to leave the room.
Tough ad? Sure. -And no less fair the the crap he's been pulling.
Be good to everyone.
How about answering ONE of the questions clearly...
I think I've figured out the difference between the campaigns being run by the Republicans and the Democrats this year.
The Democrats are counting on the American people being smart enough to understand the sort of utter bullshit being spewed by the folks running the McCain campaign, and their ability to sort it out...
The Republicans are counting on the American People being so dumb that they'll listen to bullshit claims and swallow them whole.
I think the Republicans are smarter. They know how stupid the American people are and work with that knowledge just about flawlessly.
Autumn has decided to make an early appearance here in West Michigan.
Got home last night about seven and did just about nothing the rest of the night except sit in my recliner with Roadie on my lap. I spoke to Sweet Lady a couple of times on the phone but was asleep by eleven thirty.
I was awaken to squeaking panic, an unmistakable sound. I turned on the light and saw Roadie toying with a baby mouse right there on the floor in front of me. It's her second kill - that I'm aware of, anyway - and I was too tired to get up and take the poor thing away from her. Of course when I woke up an hour ago, the mouse was nowhere to be found and Roadie wanted kudos for her hunting.
I've now searched all over the house for the "corpse", but this time Roadie didn't feel the need to leave the trophy where I'd find it easily, perhaps because she'd made sure to bat around the injured critter right in front of me earlier. I'm sure Sweet Lady will tell me to follow my nose to the odor of sauerkraut in a few days, which is what she claims dead mice smell like. Personally, I've never noticed that before, but I'll take her word for it for now. Hell, maybe Roadie ate it. Maybe I should check her for kraut breath.
Meanwhile, it's looking like my shorts-wearing summer at work is over. Last week in Iowa I made the change to jeans on Thursday after feeling cold for much of the day Wednesday. Friday in the middle of the afternoon I questioned my decision for an hour or two when it warmed up for a while, but today in Michigan long pants are a no-brainer. Bummer.
Last night, Sweet Lady and I attended a high school football game with her, sadly, soon-to-be-ex neighbors. One of the schools involved is the one their son will attend starting next week when they move back to the small town they're from. Both schools are very small compared to the school here, which is a giant as far as high schools go, with a stadium and sports programs many small colleges would envy. It's so large, in fact that the other night, when Sweet Lady's son went to his away cross country meet, four buses were needed to carry just his school's teams.
Even though it too was very small - tiny, by comparison - the home team last night is a couple of divisions up - it's based on the number of kids in the school - in the high school sports pecking order from the one the neighbor's kid will be playing for - the "away team" last night. Regardless, with a third as many kids on the roster and some of the team members playing both offense and defense, the away team - the neighbor's kid's team - won handily. It was a great time.
What was interesting to me, sitting there in the five-riser-high away stands across from the seven or eight-riser-high home stands, was that everyone on our side of the field knew everyone else - except for Sweet Lady and me, of course, since we were just guests, but aside from that, it seemed like one huge family. It was neat. So many people came up to SL's neighbors and told them how glad they were they'd be coming back home that it gave even me a warm feeling. Now, I suppose I should point out that their son is an absolute superstar on the football field - a running back with explosive speed and moves that remind me of Barry Sanders - which may have something to do with "welcome home" wishes, but I don't think so. It was just a genuine "prodical family" moment, with the town acting as father.
Ah well, I'd planned on getting into my take on this very odd running mate pick John McCain made, but it's been done to death already by people who write far better than I do. I really think Kurt's post today (Media Double Standard? Really... 9-06-08) makes a important point that, to me, has long been obvious, but alas, it won't change any minds.
The righties, since they can't argue a single thing he has to say, will simply do what they do when beaten, they'll ignore it. Oh well, it's typical.
Happy Labor Day to those in places where you can celebrate. Been watching the tube the last half-hour or so. Looks like Gustav is going to hit Southern Louisiana in a few hours, perhaps just an hour and a half or so. Sure hope it weakens at the last minute.
I'm off to Iowa this morning. Hope to be in Des Moines by late afternoon. Roadie is pissed at me. She knows I'm heading out, I think. I usually start stacking stuff near the back door to put into the jeep the day before I leave, and when she sees that little pile start disappearing as I load up, she gets very standoffish; "Fine. Leave me then. See if I care. I see you overfilling my food and water bowl. I'm not stupid, you know."
I reply, "But Roadie, Dot will stop by tomorrow or Wednesday, and every other day till I get back. Don't be mad."
"You selfish asshole," she looks at me, hurt and confused, "it's not that I won't be okay, it's that I... I... Oh never mind. Just go, would you? Go."
I bend over to pet her, then decided to pick her up and give her a long gentle hug. I kiss the nape of her neck. "I'll be back in a week or so hun. I love you. You're the best kitty in the world."