Wednesday, January 03, 2007

• There was  no repeat showing of my mysterious night sky lights.  I was making my middle-of-the-night trek to the bathroom (a regular annoyance since I've had children) and the moon was in about the same place in the sky.  There was nothing to see worth noting (beyond the beautiful, bright moon).  Perhaps I just ingested a bit too much cough medicine before bedtime the previous night.  Still love a mystery.
  
  Ed hurt his back on the last day of helping his dad and he is coming down with some sort of gunky cold.  Of course, being male, you'd think he'd caught cholera or something.  It is such a man thing, in my experience, to be overcome by minor illness.  I do feel for him, I'm not that cold, I just like to tease him about it.  Meanwhile, I believe my left ovary is trying to explode.  Very painful today.  I am convinced that my cyst has grown.  I'm hoping my gyn will just let me go get an ultrasound and then make a visit to him, saving me a copay.  I actually hope I am mistaken and I'm just ovulating because I would prefer to stay away from laparoscopic instruments for a time.  I still feel occasional burning in the ligaments that were sutured in September, though I expect that I will feel that until the muscles loosen and my uterus begins to drop to my knees again.  I do miss having fresh, young body parts.
  
  Eh, what an old biddy I've become... whining about aches and pains.
  
  My sister came to visit for an hour today.  She's as well as she can be (she recently lost her job... a humbling first for her) and is able to see some of the blessings in her trauma.  I haven't seen her, in person, in quite a while.  I don't think I'll ever stop wishing she hadn't moved... we're both creatures of convenience.
  
  I caught the last twenty minutes of President Ford's funeral today, quite by accident, as I flipped on the bedroom TV while I folded laundry.  Betty made me cry.  Her frailty and palpable sorrow, and that of her children, just moved me to tears.  I have no special affection for Ford.  I barely remember him in the White House, my clearest memory of Ford is through reruns of SNL's Chevy Chase falling down stairs as Ford (Chevy is one of my comic heros, Caddyshack is a masterpiece).  Now, you all know that I am not what you might call a blindly patriotic sort of gal, but watching the flag being folded and the firearm salutes and the airforce flyover in missing-man formation... it made me cry too.  I Love what the United States should be, the image of my nation's highest self.
  
  Speaking of my country going down the crapper, Bush is a failure... because of his shortsighted, dimwitted, lie-filled and bloody reign.  Over 3000 dead and he speaks of sending more.  More?!  More targets, I say.  I think it's time for his daughters and their cousins of either gender to consider enlisting in some capacity, not combat of course, but surely there is some way that they could share in the sacrifice that our illegally-elected sovereign has asked our soldiers to make (for a lie).  How can they justify to themselves the sacrifice so many soldiers and soldiers' families have made without making at least an overture of sacrificing themselves?
  His own people are telling him it is a failure.
  He ignores.
  Send more body-bags!
  Dig more graves!
  Hail, King George!
  The emperor wears no clothes.
  
  Sorry.  When my patriotism is stirred, I am filled with bile for how my country is corrupted.
  
  Godspeed, Gerald Ford.  Thanks for the calmness you brought to another very corrupted time in our history... and for the unintentional laughs.
  Good night.
  

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