As Destiny doesn’t come calling

Home for the holiday; Obama and Boston Legal


I’m not participating in 3WW this week as I’m going to New York to see friends and family and eat too much food I wouldn’t usually eat as it’s Passover and my sister is a great cook.

I hope to have news about my apartment soon.

I will say that if Obama is an elitist, then I’m____. He said what many of us say and/or think including people of faith. I used to say I would give people the Second Amendment if they would give me The First Amendment but…..The First is being slowly and not so slowly tampered with while the Second remains intact.

Boston Legal was incredible tonight. Nantucket, the Island, wanted permission to make a nuclear bomb. To truly over simplify they wanted to show that because of the present admin, every country has permission to make one–which means the country can use one The Judge was really incensed as Pakistan probably has one and that’s the country Bin Laden is probably hiding in. Of course he couldn’t grant Nantucket permission. My personal favorite line was “who will save us? The Vineyard?” I guess I am a Northerner.

Meanwhile, Shirley’s (Candice Bergen) father has end stage dementia. She had to go to court to get an order to let him have a morphine drip. Again this is a bare outline. Alan (James Spader) did a brilliant summation and talked about his best friend Denny (William Shatner) who has the very early signs. Someday Alan will have to make decisions about Denny–who unknown to Alan was watching the summation.

I have worked with many people with all different stages of dementia. I have also worked with people who were about to die yet they couldn’t get hospice care which would have allowed them a morphine drip. I have screamed at nurses and doctors.

The nursing home argued that this would set a bad precedent as so many teens and middle aged people try to kill themselves. Alan said it should be done on a case by case basis.

I disagree. Every person who is considered “terminal” and is or might be in dire pain–they argued that Shirley’s father was too far gone to feel pain–she said his agitation showed that he feels pain–should be allowed to have morphine drips. If they become addicted, so? The slight fallacy with her argument is that people with mid dementia become agitated simply because they are so confused.

I cried watching Shirley. She talked about what a great man her father had been. Now he was a shell. I have always said the greatest gift my father gave our family was dying within five days of having a stroke.

He died over Passover, his favorite holiday. My father discovered religion when we went to a seder in Mobile, when I was fourteen.

Now I live in North Myrtle Beach only it feels so North. Everybody is from somewhere else. I spoke to a woman from the Jewish Center, who invited me for a seder though I’m not really a believer. I thought that was very nice. Especially since I told her so–but many Jews aren’t. It’s a cultural thing for me.

She told me that if I just go 20 minutes South from here I will be in the real South. Maybe, baby.

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Spring Fever

Please read the post below this. It’s personally very meaningful to me, and I fixed the link that kept screwing up. Read it!

I almost always have a new post on the sidebar. That way I can ramble all I want. 250 Words is a lofty goal for me. I will try putting them in Word for “word count.”

Can you have spring fever when the temperature is 33?

Last week I was looking across the courtyard and saw a girl dressed and acting like a cheerleader.

Then the game began and I realized that I watching a stranger’s TV as clearly as if it were in my apartment.

I have seen many 60 inch plasma TV’s and none seemed as large or clear as this one. And I was in the same room as them.

I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by something with more intense color than I have seen in “the best” movie theaters, or any TV I have ever been in the same room as.

I really wouldn’t be talking about this if the weather was better.

I have spring fever so bad. I want to be out in spring clothes wandering the streets of New York complaining about the crowds, because I do that so well.

I want to feel like taking outdoor pictures is fun, not take off the gloves, take the picture, put the gloves back on.

As we don’t have spring, some of us are eagerly awaiting the return of The Sopranos.

Since I wrote the post on the mother who wanted to take my table at Starbucks I have been thinking about how deprived I was as a child.

When I was five or seven and had chicken pox or mumps, my parents bought me a high, high fashion doll who was a replica of a then famous model. I cut her hair as I thought it would grow back.

My parents refused to buy me a new one as it was pricey and they wanted me to learn that I couldn’t have a new doll if I ruined the old
doll.

It wasn’t my fault. Almost any parent today would run out to replace it even if took part of the rent or mortgage money.

They’re right.

This experience left me with such deep seeded issues that I don’t think it rude to watch a TV across the courtyard.

I hope they have The Sopranos on tonight because their picture is clearer than mine. I will supply the surround sound.

Actually they weren’t home. When they returned they had the TV going with a large floor lamp on. This caused me to look at their furniture. It wasn’t to my taste.

I can do this as my bed is placed so that nobody can look into it. I’m not a fool

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