Thursday, September 27, 2007
:: flocks of geese honking overhead
:: putting summer clothes away and bringing out pants, socks, boots and sweaters
:: the surprising sound of the heater coming on for the first time in months
:: evenings reading in front of the fireplace in flannel pajamas
:: digging out my yarn and knitting and re-discovering the comforting sound of clicking needles
:: reds, oranges, rusts and yellows
:: treasure hunts through the park, looking for pinecones and acorns for autumn displays
:: down comforters and flannel sheets
:: Saturday afternoon walks amidst falling leaves
:: mowing the lawn for the last time of the season
:: fresh apple cider, bought from an orchard at Greenbluff
:: pumpkins, apples, gourdes, cornstalks
:: coats (coveting the one below...)
In March, the Chicago Tribune reported that Pace said in a wide-ranging interview: "I do not believe the United States is well served by a policy that says it is OK to be immoral in any way."
"We need to be very precise then, about what I said wearing my stars and being very conscious of it," he added. "And that is, very simply, that we should respect those who want to serve the nation but not through the law of the land, condone activity that, in my upbringing, is counter to God's law." (italics mine)
ok. First of all, I didn't realize our nation was governed by "God's Law". Has this man heard of separation of Church and State? Second of all, I just do not understand how, if someone calls themselves Christian, they can have such a small-minded, hurtful and hateful attitude toward a certain sector of "God's children." Because if they believe in God, and believe that God created all of us, how do they justify homosexuals? Did God not create them? Or was there some sort of "design flaw" that caused them to BECOME homosexual once they were out of His hands?
Look, this war has gone on WAY too long and we have already lost thousands of soldiers. If someone, anyone, wants to join the military, I really don't think Gen. Pace can be all that choosy, regardless of how they get their rocks off.
I read the above story on cnn.com; there was also a poll you could take asking: "Do you agree with Gen. Peter Pace that homosexuality is immoral?"
Yes 49% 2636 votes
No 51% 2760 votes
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
and that's just all I have today because my head? It turned into snot-factory over the weekend, so we're far too busy using an entire forest's worth of kleenex to do any deep thinking.
Friday, September 21, 2007
CONCORD, New Hampshire (AP) —People who work with children are used to hearing all sorts of crazy things, but when a little girl mentioned at daycare that her uncle kept a dead baby at his house, it drew the attention of law enforcement.
What turned up in the New Hampshire home of Charles Peavey was a bizarre and macabre family heirloom: the mummified remains of a human infant.
According to Peavey, the 90 year old remains (referred to as "Baby John") is believed to be the stillborn child of a great-great uncle and have been passed down for generations. Baby John was treated as a family member and given cards on holidays and even a dried fish for a pet.
Police seized the mummy and tests confirmed the infant died of natural causes shortly after birth. "It's (Baby John) one of the few things from our family past that we have left,'' Peavey had written in a petition to the court. "And when I pass on, I was looking forward to passing it on to another family member, to keep some of the history for future family."
Call me sick, but "he was even given a dried fish for a pet" made me laugh out loud.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
So. What do you think? Should I go to McGrumpy 1 (#2's already been dealt with) and apologize for my lack of consideration (even though I really think he over-reacted), or should I just let time do it's work and let him stew in his own miserable juices? I'm pretty sure the correct answer is to go talk to him, but I loathe confrontation and will do pretty much anything to avoid it. Help.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
He was soon near death, with a swollen tongue that blocked his throat. Trauma doctors at the Oregon Health and Science University saved his life by cutting a hole in his throat.
"You can assume alcohol was involved," a doctor said.
I think I went to high school with that guy. He was the one standing in the back of a moving pick-up yelling "KEGGER!!!!"
I found this (click to link) website titled, appropriately, So What Can I Do? It's full of wonderful ideas and suggestion to get started toward making the world a better place. And what's not to love about that?
So what changes have YOU made toward living more "green"?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
...believes it is part of his "job" to help Bug grow up knowing she is capable of anything and everything.
...says, when it's taken too long to get Bug to bed because she cried for me to stay until she fell asleep, "You must be exhausted. Let me rub your shoulders."
...says, when I tell him how grateful I am that he doesn't ever make me feel like I have to choose, "You DO have to make a choice, and it should be your daughter first, every time."
...welcomes my ex into our home and offers him a beer. He wants us all to be a family, and we are, because of him.
...grew up in a large east-coast city in a family of wealthy, highly educated liberals and yet he is perfectly at home in a hut in the Alaskan tundra, eating fresh seal meat with a native family.
...is respectful and does not judge anyone, even when someone believes something completely unfathomable to him.
...is the most mature, fair-minded person I've ever known. When I am struggling with something (or some one) he will listen to me vent and then gently steer me toward a more loving and reasonable response.
...loves me despite my love of sappy romantic comedies and attraction to all things retro. :)
...speaks Russian and is an opera buff...who also loves Cracker, the Replacements and X.
...wants to make the world a better place.
...is halarious and witty and smart...my very own "witty, intellectual Jew". Who needs Ira?
...is the love of my life.
Edited to add: The subject of this post would like it noted that while he enjoyed the company, he did NOT enjoy the seal meat.
Monday, September 17, 2007
We had a wonderful time with my family (and even got a "bonus" visit with Uncle Ra Ra) and we thoroughly enjoyed our time at the beach. What's not to love about the soft sand between your toes, the roar of the ocean waves, noticing the change of tides, spending hours walking the beach, hunched over, looking for "treasures".... But at home, as we prepared for our trip, we were having temperatures in the mid-70s, with crisp, cool nights and the leaves are just starting to change and flutter down the street. You know, AUTUMN. That's the thing that I probably missed most, during our 8 years on the coast: the changing of the seasons. Just about the time I've decided I've had enough of HOT, sunny weather and wearing shorts, flip-flops and tank-tops every day, the weather changes and it's time for pants and even the occasional sweater. I dig out my knitting needles and yarn and dream about sitting in front of the fire-place with a good book. Then, a few months from now, we'll wake one morning to the first snow. The Ponderosa Pines covered in a blanket of white and we'll bundle up and go outside to see if we can work up a snowman. Then we'll go inside, have something warm to drink and settle down under the blankets. What I know about myself is that I NEED to live where there are distinct seasons, to notice the passing of time by the different smells, the migrating birds, the flowers coming and going, the change of temperatures. The ceremony of putting summer clothes away and bringing out the socks, boots, and sweaters.
But the coast IS a lovely place to visit. Anna, sweet Anna, ran down to the beach and said "Home! I'm home!" We moved just as she turned 3; she doesn't really have a memory of it. But during the first 3 years of her life, we spent so much time on the beach that I often wonder if, once she's grown, the mountains and high-desert will feel like home to her or the coastal climate. Hopefully both.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
And David, poor innocent David, became Bikey von Tooterton.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
ANYWAY, my sister's wedding will be held on the beach...also all of us in levis and, because it is the Oregon coast, rain gear. I don't have an official designation this time, because it's Oregon, which means if you wanted your pet patchouli-smelling, pot-smoking, guiatar-playing GOAT to marry you, that would be just fine.
Here's the happy couple. I just can't even begin to explain this photo. If any of my family would like to try, go right ahead.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
As expected, we had a wonderful visit with our dear friends. There was dining and wine on the front porch by candle-light, due to a thunderstorm that rolled through and knocked out our power for 4 hours. There were impromtu jam sessions (Anna and Rod on drums, David on cowbell) there was a lovely day spent on the beach, swimming and sailing a small catamaran, there was dinner at Eric's house, there was playing horsie with Ra Ra, and there was MUCH hand-holding and snuggling.
Sunday morning we all hung out in Eric's amazing garden, picking cherry tomatoes, Heirloom tomatoes, onions, marigolds and herbs. Then we loaded up Anna's wagon and she had a "vegetable sale", hauling her wagon around the neighborhood. It was adorable. Photos coming soon (I didn't have my camera and Julie still uses FILM.)