Friday, November 7, 2008

Meet the boys...



Well, I'm hitching the wagon tomorrow morning for my journey to the Yucatan. Remind me to carry cold Cokes for these boys who will stop me periodically to check to see if I'm carrying drugs. I am, of course, but not the ones they are looking for, I assume. It's pretty hot wearing those clothes and standing all day in 95ยบ heat. They appreciate cold Cokes. No problema. Cokes for them, no problemas for me.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Another little bud on the family tree

Meet baby Rebeka Ann Kovaleski, the newest little twig on our tree. She's lucky to have Rita for her grandma, and though it may be a long time before I meet her, I'm her great-auntie.

That's her mama, Regi, with her. Regi is married to my oldest nephew Don, and they live in Tennessee. Gee, I can remember when Don was born. I was so excited to become an aunt in the sixth grade, and now he's a daddy to three girls.

Rita is just about the best grandma in the whole wide world, and she'll get to hold this little chubby-cheeked bundle at Thanksgiving. That's a lot to be thankful for, isn't it?

Nicky, Thomas and Rebeka: three little second cousins, separated by many, many miles, just like the first cousins are. Yep, we've scattered our seeds far and wide in this family, for better or for worse.

Welcome to the big family, little girl.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A picture worth thousands of words


It has been a long time coming, but today millions of people are walking with their heads a little higher, with a little bounce in their steps, with a lot more pride and the assurance that what's always been just out of reach is now possible.

I know that there are many, many people who are disappointed, angry, even afraid. For them, embracing change is like drinking the Kool-Aid. I haven't forgotten what it feels like to be on the losing side. But I do believe we want to be better than we are. That we need to look for the best in each other. That only in looking will we find it. That every single one of us is called to work for a better future for our planet and every living thing on it.

I hope for healing. I pray for reconciliation. I cannot get Gandhi's words out of my mind: An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Let's set an example for the world and put down our weapons, pick up our tools and get to work for the greater good.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

A new day dawns...!



A new day is dawning in this country!! Let's all roll up our sleeves and go to work with him to make it better for all of us!!!

Hallelujah!! There IS a Santa Claus!!!

All I can do at this point!



Johnny and gang are probably out there at the 4-way stop with their huge sign, yelling and cheering, and Ms. Moon wrote a wonderful entry in her Bless Our Hearts blog, but I'm just sitting here frozen, sign in my yard, with my fingers crossed and jumping out of my skin...how about the rest of you?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Man of the Hour


I'm standing on my Ajax Rock today, looking backwards and forwards.

There have been a few times in our history when certain men have been called as president because the set of circumstances and times called for their special talents. I think of FDR who told the country, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." If ever a people needed to hear those words, it was the desperate people living through the Great Depression. Having FDR at the helm lifted them up and gave them hope, and the country was able to move forward. When FDR signed the GI Bill in 1944, he basically created the foundation for a middle-class in this country. The GI Bill was a genuine attempt to thwart a looming social and economic crisis. Yes, Franklin D. Roosevelt was indeed a Man of the Hour for America.

Then when I was 14 years old, I recognized another Man of the Hour in John F. Kennedy. All that talk about the pope taking over the country I knew, even at that young age, was not what it was about. Within the next few years, the social unrest of the 60's became quite serious with a long-dragged out war which was killing and maiming too many people, a civil rights movement which was long overdue, and the threat of nuclear war hanging over our heads. As a teenager, this was very scary and I  felt quite powerless. But I recognized in JFK another Man of the Hour, a man equipped to deal with problems in a rational, intelligent way rather than an egotistical or hot-headed way, and who would not stick his head in the sand. Yeah. A president smarter than most of us!  

And this year, after 8 years of the disaster this country and government have become (and I never used to equate the two), Barack Obama is our Man of the Hour. We really do need serious CHANGE in Washington and Obama, like Kennedy, is smarter than most of us. I know many people don't like and even fear change, preferring the pile of warm crap they're already sitting in, but I believe most of this country knows that once again, we don't need or want someone who's worked his way to president via the Peter Principle. When a Man of the Hour shows up, the people recognize him, and this Tuesday, they will elect Barack Obama as our Man of the Hour in this new millenium.

And for an excellent read, check this out: Give him the @#!% ball

P.S. Those of you who read this entry and don't agree are reminded that this entry is MINE and I get to speak my mind on my own blog. I've suffered 8 long years with your guy, and this really matters to me. I am not in the mood for spamming or trashing me or my candidate so just move on and find your own rock on which to express your opinion and don't crash my party. ≈

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Don't it make my brown eyes blue

I want to live in a blue state. For a while, West Virginia went from red to pink, but this morning it's red again. And I just read an article that says that many West Virginians won't vote for Obama just because he is black and/or he's not endorsed by the NRA.

Now I like living in this beautiful state, and I at least admire the honesty of those people who speak their minds and say flat out what many people think but won't say. It's disheartening, but there it is.

Blue is my color. Blue skies. Bluebells. The Blue Man Group. Bluer than blue. True blue. Blue bayou. The blues. And the polls all tell me that at long last, blue will prevail a week from today. Still, I'm afraid of saying it out loud. No yard sign. No bumper sticker. It's almost as if I fear that voicing my support, my hope, will jinx the whole thing. Two close elections in 2000 and 2004. Two terrible disappointments. Will I finally be able to let out the breath I've been holding for eight long years?

On election night, I want to be in a blue state. But I'm just a few miles from Maryland, from Virginia and from Pennsylvania. And Shepherdstown is about as blue as it gets. That will be close enough for me.

Let the shoe be on the other foot. Let those who have had the power for so long know how it feels to watch from the sidelines. But then let there be a time of making up, of realizing we really are all in this together, of beating our swords into ploughshares, of forgiveness and reconcilement. If blue triumphs over red next week, just remember if you're red that we can feel your pain. We've been in solitary confinement for a long, long time. Maybe we'll finally see blue skies again.


Sunday, October 26, 2008

I love this poem.

BRING me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes,—
The debauchee of dews!

Also, who laid the rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite,
Who counts the wampum of the night,
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban house
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who ’ll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing pomposity?

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Blown away

As he got older, our dad would often wonder aloud where everyone had gone. A noisy household had turned into a place where you could hear yourself think. While our parents were working long days to keep all of us going, we were slipping out the door to start our own grown-up lives, so that by the time Dad could break his stride and look around, we'd all sort of disappeared.

Seemed we'd all been blown away -- or, as he would say, "scattered to the winds." And me? I couldn't get away fast enough.

Which makes it all the more ironic that here I sit, in a house quiet enough that I can hear myself think, wondering where everyone has gone.











Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Oh, hi!


Sir Thomas Snugglebottom checking in! Lest my outfit makes you fear I've joined the Klan, never fear! I am simply relaxing in my hooded towel, squeaky clean after my bath.

Oh yes, I have to report my misfortune in having a mother who insists on bathing me on a regular basis. If it were up to me, I would skip that nonsense. Doesn't she have anything better to do than harass babies?

Well, I must be off. I have spit bubbles to blow and diapers to dirty. Cheers!