Their Reaction?

Had fun reading this this morning. 

Reminded me of another and sent it along. 

"Truly A Dream"

Post-Woman, Too?

From a New Yorker article  an interesting idea. Of course, what was about one group could be about another, and all groups. 

A theme, too, of a movie I saw a few weeks ago, American Fiction, I wish for a time when we can see not the color of the skin or the sex of the person but only the person.  

We Can Hope

Perspective, Once Again

I realized today while looking out and seeing the blue skies that they're always there. I just had to look.  

It's Always Sunny on the Hillside

Hearts

 

Given and Found

Tom Lake

Just finished another great book. Set during the pandemic in rural Michigan, a mother tells the story of her past while she and her daughters, two who have come home for the duration with one who works the farm, pick cherries. Thankful for this time with them, she realizes how lucky the family is to be together. 

Ann Patchett is an amazing writer who can still surprise me, with one instance unflinchingly highlighting the reality for many women past and present, all while also making the mundane of our lives real and relatable. She looks at her past life and the life she has and regrets little, knowing how wonderful her life has been. 

One minor storyline connected especially. I am grateful to have one amazing weekend wedding as a memory, but also appreciative to have had one partner with us for the months of the pandemic. Life gives us variety and enough, if we only stop to recognize that. In this instance, I do. Our youth live their lives for themselves and not for us, as it should be.

We read to grow and understand, and sometimes we read to see our lives projected back at us. Tom Lake was just such a book.

Me 

Ps: I really should read Our Town. I never have. 

New Yorker

A Christmas gift from a friend, a perfect gift, needed a special spot in our house. It's a huge coffee table book of great weight of the (then) complete New Yorker comics. My friend found it in a used book store and bought it for me. I love it. 

My dilemma: how to read it? Reading from cover to cover seemed ridiculous. Even starting from the beginning seemed wrong. My solution? Indiscriminate opening to a page, daily, or near daily. 

While from 1942 and the military, the left-handed one makes me think of so much of life today. Talking to anyone seems to have many levels. The days of striking up a meaningful conversation with politicians, representatives of companies, or even bosses are gone.  Fences have been built with people struggling to be heard.  It is frustrating and sad. Then the one on the right, well, let's say a fear of mine in the coming possible election. May I be wrong. 

My plan made and started, I look forward to yet another way of having a laugh or a ponder, or, maybe both!

Then and Now 

As Instructed, Sharing

Tuesday was my annual trek to have my bloodwork done. Full of righteousness, I walk the mile to the hospital, get blood drawn and then walk back, all before breakfast. 

I'm not worried about have blood taken, but I don't watch it. I look away, try to think other thoughts and wait for it to be over. That morning looking to the opposite wall, I noticed a very sloppy clean-up job. The cart with the vials was near that wall and so I was wondering whether one had spilled and sent fluids flying. 

Asking the technician about it, she flicked a switch instead of answering. Away went the botched job of cleaning, and in its place there now was an octopus, a beautiful creature. In fact, there was a whole sea world around me. 

What a gift during an otherwise mundane (for me) or even stressful (for others, perhaps) moment. If ever there was, this was a chance to share. With finger raised, I say, 

Delight!

The Right

It is ridiculous for me to highlight the absurdity of the right. I know that, and I can usually ignore it, enough. But. This week. I just can't. 

Initially, I was just enjoying the "even for a minute." But then I read on. This my second reading of an article about the noise around the romance of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce and its possible politics, well, I appreciated the absurdity.

I was cynical back in November when the news hit and Swift was being highlighted at games. But now, to have the whacko conspiracies, it's ridiculous. Who knows if the romance will last, and frankly, I don't much care, because, really, it's none of my business.

But, the conspiracy theorists of the right, as the top commenter said, "they just can't handle it," and have come up with all these sinister plots.

So Wrong