While this is technically my 1776th post, more than a third remained in draft or were used elsewhere. I like my blog. It feels like home and is a good place for me to write in.
has a great write a story to the picture thing. Refuse to call such things memes. It was inspired by the always usually inspiring Dawg who did out do himself on Saturday.
Lately I feel the opposite of inspiring, more like put you to sleep. I am fine with that. My 3WW’s usually keep people awake and I will have one this week, I think.
I wrote a long and angry rant about Iraq and Viet Nam.
As I tell people to stand up, I hid it because I hate myself when I get crazed. Some people wear anger well. I wear it like a shroud. Frankly I don’t look good in shrouds not that I have ever….
I wrote an exercise for my book, that takes place the summer before it starts, and put it in BC
Usually this is birthday month. Since I was born in July I actually believe that the summer belongs to me. My parents had a bit to do with that.
I did begin celebrating Friday night at a three hour dance cruise. It was a benefit for our local alt rock NPR station. Where ever I go I will take them with me as I have to listen to them on the Internet anyway.
I can’t get radio reception on an actual radio. One of the subtle joys of North Myrtle was listening to the radio on a radio.
Somehow this summer doesn’t feel like a birthday month. Maybe it’s because I’m realizing how much I have here. I woke up this morning and the first thing I thought is why am I leaving? Then I remembered.
I ordered stuff for my kitchen. The wild man of Borneo otherwise known as Rafe came over to put them together. I’m useless when it comes to that. One of the things had a deceptive width on its specs and can’t be used. Home Depot said to read the back of the packing slip for return directions. The back was empty.
I know all I have to do is call them and arrange for a pick up, but it seemed symbolic of a lot of things. It sounds weird to want space for a toaster on my wish list, but I do.
It seems even weirder to say that for my birthday I want a Senate debate on Iraq. I do.
My sister and I were just talking about how 60’s hippies are blamed for Viet Nam and much more. She knows of my blog of course, but doesn’t read it. She brought the subject up, and she was more Boho than hippie.
Our teens to mid 20’s was lived through the back drop of Viet Nam. We don’t want to go into that last third in another Viet Nam. With a president who unlike Nixon doesn’t know when to resign, or to shut up or to stop escalating another country’s civil war.
I don’t want this to turn into an anti-Iraq blog, but the memories of America during Viet Nam are becoming more and more vivid. Not because I’m getting older but because the similarities are too mind blowing.
Never in my life did I think I would find something good about Nixon but as I overheard two women in San Diego last summer:
“At least Nixon had the grace to know when to resign.”