We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Nor is there any embarrassment in the fact that we're ridiculous, isn't it true? For it's actually so, we are ridiculous, light-minded, with bad habits, we're bored, we don't know how to look, how to understand, we're all like that, all, you, and I, and they! Now, you're not offended when I tell you to your face that you're ridiculous? And if so, aren't you material? You know, in my opinion it's sometimes even good to be ridiculous, if not better: we can the sooner forgive each other, the sooner humble ourselves; we can't understand everything at once, we can't start right out with perfection! To achieve perfection, one must first begin by not understanding many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand well. This I tell you, you, who have already been able to understand... and not understand... so much. I'm not afraid for you now.
I'm suspicious of "perceived wisdom" when it pops up on the screen. Some Canadian wise man [yes, there are some, even in British Columbia] noted at the end of the MacLeans/Mark Steyn Show Trial, that in spite of the perceived wisdom of not shouting 'fire' in a crowded theatre, sometimes, when one sees that there is an actual fire burning merrily away, you should absolutely shout 'fire' in a crowded theatre. In fact it's your absolute duty to do so.
So it is with ridiculousness and ridicule. I've long ago accepted that I'm frequently ridiculous. In fact, I glory in it. So should we all, I think.
Marianne, I thought of you the other day with regards to your inability to drink alcohol, due to all the medicine/pills you have to take. My Dad is in the same predicament.I got him to try some red/chianti wine, no go on the dago red. Then I tryed some sangria on him and it worked. Maybe you could try some with the club soda , instead of the cranberry juice.Hope you're not falling down much, I hope you have your life line on at ALL TIMES!!! MY best to you madam.
Good afternoon BD, I'm sorry if you think I'm craping on you. I consider it the highest form of flattery I can give to a person. What can I say I'm just not wired right. Look I like you, I like the Farm, I like the people who blog here, I admire the work you do, and the always interesting posts you find. Your like a part of my extended family, and nothing means more to a dago then family. I put my e-mail on your homepage tell me whats going on , and answer Meta's question, you big Mommie's boy!!! : )
Jappy ... thank you for your kind thoughts. I think that a wine spritzer on special occasions might be the answer for celebrations. Only one and make it last. As it is, I'm a fairly cheerful person most of the time, although I'm finding the political campaign somewhat tiresome. However, I can utter a few obscene remarks under my breath, and my husband who is deaf, can't hear them and thus still idealizes me. Thus, there are some compensations to old age. When I really need to talk to him, I call him on the phone [we have two phone lines] and then he can hear me. Hooray for technology!
Marianne, you're right old age is not for sissies. I am glade for you and your husband, you still have each other to grow young with. Keep the fire you have in your belly, it will make you feel young , no matter how old you are. The both of you are the salt of the earth!!!