By lex, on January 7, 2007
It’s very nearly a week gone since the 1st of January came and went, bringing with it a pair on New Year’s resolutions and a stupefyingly painful headache. The latter is now gone, while the former are still in play, which – given your correspondent’s track record over the course of the last several – is not to be sneezed at.
So I decided last week to pull out all stops and actually change my dining habits. A diet, yes.
Yes I know. Radical indeed.
January 13, 2006
This may meet or exceed the previous record for brevity. Just so you know.
Where to start?
There are at least 10 11-year old girls in the house right now, on consequence of there having been a girl scout meeting for the Kat’s gang, or claque, or junta, or whatever they call themselves, augmented just at supper time by another set of 11-year olds, who came to house for an entirely separate social reason. You would not credit the noise they can make, gentle reader, when you mix them together, nor the frequency at which they can make it.
I give. OK?
December 28, 2005
And there’s so very much to do.
I’m wildly, improbably behind at that online probs and stats course, in consequence of the fact that the whole of it is, as I have remarked before, filthily written and that the sitting in front of the monitor being forced to read it puts me in the spirit of shooting myself in the teeth. And yet it’s not going anywhere, is it, and the new quarter starts on the 4th of January 2006, which is not so very far away once we’ve said good-bye to 2005 which is something we are very keen to have done, it being probably our least favorite year in the last twenty or so by a long chalk.
And there’s a Sailor at my last command, a good man he is, and getting commissioned to Ensign *, United States Navy who has asked me not only to read him the oath but also to say a few words, and that’s on the 4th too and it’s not the kind of thing you can do on the wing because of the significance of the thing to the man who’s asked for it and he was a shipmate, wasn’t he, so I’ve got a speech to write and not so very much time within which to write it.
Posted on December 30, 2005
You want to feel judged? Evaluated? Sifted and weighed?
Placed in a box?
Then let your 14-year old daughter, who has recently taken a fancy to vinyl records and record players sort through your collection of music from Back in the Day.
Your complete collection of the Beatles albums brings with it a kind of grudging admiration. Eyebrows are raised at the sight of your Bob Marley collection, too. Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young confer credibility upon you as well. You momentarily bond over Fleetwood Mac. Your chest swells a bit at this unlikely bit of appreciation. But nothing lasts forever, alas:
Not withstanding the worlds coolest album covers, the sight of the Molly Hatchet collection does nothing for your standing, and your stock starts to plummet as she breezes quickly past the Charlie Daniels Band albums you bought when, for 35 seconds, southern country and rock successfully fused – in your mind anyway – into southern rock. You can only shrug as with a quizical look, seeking some explanation, she pulls out the soundtrack for Urban Cowboy. You try to explain that “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas seemed to really have some sort of deeper meaning that was just out of reach back in the late ’70s, but she’s clearly not sold. By the time she gets to a seemingly endless series of Genesis/Phil Collins platters you just sit there in the corner softly weeping, hoping that the humiliation will soon end.
Sic transit gloria.
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By lex, on January 24th, 2006
It’s been a month today since my sister passed on. It’s hard to believe.
We’re heading back east at the end of the month. The funeral mass is long over, and now we’re to have the celebration of life. She spent a long career working on Capitol Hill, and interacted with many powerful people. Most of whom, in their own way, want to participate. So now we few who gathered together as a family and braced outboard, will clear a lane and let them in, these politicians. These strangers.
Fitting, I suppose.
I was asked to put a few words together for the ceremony. Below the fold is what I wrote.
By lex, on December 24th, 2005
It is the season of hope and joy, although I strain to find either. Everyone has his or her sorrows, and these are mine.
The leaves have all fallen, and the naked trees thrust their barren branches straight up into the graying sky in disappointed supplication. I see vistas revealed that were previously hidden by the foliage – the horizon opens up – there is a factory in the distance, a power plant perhaps, still sending up steam into the sky on Christmas eve. It looks lonely.
It’s cold, but not bitter, not quite yet – the kind of cold you test by blowing out a breath, seeing the fog form then waiting for a moment as the breeze caresses your skin before nodding in acquiescence. This is not so very bad. And anyway this is what we have, the weather is what it is and nothing to be done for it.
It will have to do.
Posted on February 2, 2006
It was very well done, and a thing worth doing as it turns out. The family bore up well, and there were perhaps 200 well-wishers who were kind and apparently sincere in their praise, including the senior senator from her home state, and the senior congressman as well.
It’s over now. We’re coming home.
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