Graduation, T – 1 and Counting

May 27, 2010 at 4:51 pm (Hope and Sadness, Memories..., Parenting)

Less than 24 hours to go. So far, we’ve covered cars, sweets and soccer. It’s hard to nail down the last one. He’s turned out to be a fine young man, with a bright mind. He’s going to major in history. One step at a time.

He always loved stories about heroes. The books we’d read at bedtime were about brave boys, sometimes with sharp swords, who rescued friends and protected grandmothers. He’d request special stories to be made up on the spot about him, slaying dragons, fighting tigers, flying jets, always with the coolest weapons, ready to save the day.

He has soft spot for senior citizens, which is unusual for his age group. When he was a wee fella, my husband’s grandmother was still living, so he had a great-grandmother. She fell (horribly) in front of him at a very young age (around 4 years old, I think) and eventually died of complications from her injuries. He told me then that if he’d been bigger he could have saved her. He’s brought it up several times, just in conversation. It usually takes me by surprise and I have to excuse myself for a while for a quick cry. The last time was just a few years ago. It’s touching in that he already understands that being a hero sometimes involves tenderness and sacrifice.

I’m hanging in there, but it’s getting harder to keep it together.

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A Stranger Among Us

May 27, 2010 at 11:46 am (Blogs and Blogging, Jedi Musings, Politics, Stop Obama)

Gerard of American Digest, to whose level of writing we all aspire, has outdone himself yet again with a thoughtful piece on the current occupant at the 1600 Club.

Just a few snippets, you must click over, read the whole thing and see the picture.

Conspiracy abhors a vacuum and we’ve had more than our share of theories, speculations, dire warnings, and dark murmurings about a leader’s life that is, in many ways, less documented than the undocumented Democrats oozing across our southern borders.

We sense, dimly at first, but with increasing conviction that he does not mean us well and that he is controlled by some strange amalgam of interior compulsions. The hallmarks of his administration’s actions and his speeches seem to be to do many small but insidious things in deep background, a few large and destructive moves in the foreground, give as few details as possible, take no questions, and, if a question is taken, to give no answer. It is an administration that sees no foreign enemies, only domestic ones. Theories about his history and his current character and motives abound as facts fade.

At this point, trying to understand who or what Obama was is like peeling an onion. You unwrap layer after layer and when you reach the core you have nothing; you have the Oakland of American politicians, a man who has no there there.

Talk amongst yourselves.

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