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.
Today, one of the Bird Dog litter began her first big job in NYC. She was appropriately apprehensive. More accurately, scared halfway out of her mind. I sent her an email this morning: "Be brave and strong, honey. You can do it!"
While chatting with Mrs. Bird Dog tonight, she told me that she had sent her an email too: "Are you going to wear the pearls I gave you?"
Ah, yes. The pearls that make one bionic. I recall the day of my graduation, we had not signed up for the overpriced lunch under a tent, and my dad brought me a bag from Elsie's Lunch "This is much better...(one of their roast beef specials)" I reached inside to find a string of pearls. Wore them every single day for ten years until my firstborn began grabbing and they were put away for safekeeping...
Great story R. Somehow pearls seem more substantial than diamonds. More long term legacy than short term glitter. Which on the "Rockwell" is BS. But all depends on how they are taken care of, I suppose.
Good on the missus BD. Will go much further than mere confidence building and amorphous sentiments. Damn materialism.