Thursday, April 1, 2010
ThreeDot . . .
I've been hearing via email and word of mouth from folks near and far recently that some out there actually read this stuff and occasionally enjoy it. Since I don't do Facebook, this is the only way anyone can find out what I'm thinking or if I'm thinking at all, and I didn't realize so many kept in touch this way because so few comment . . . Really funny that McCain promises no cooperation with the Democrats for the rest of the year; as if there was any cooperation from the Republicans during all of last year--you can't mourn for what you never had, you doddering PalinPanderer. Now what Obama should do is dig up Tiger's most graphic description of what Tiger wanted to do to one of his mistresses--that should be exactly his description of what he's gonna do to the Republicans--and then 'ram' some more stuff 'down their throats:' financial reform, immigration reform, cap and trade, climate change legislation, bring the Boys and Girls home. Ram away, Mr. Obama, and if they don't like that you're doing what you were elected by most of us to do--with or without them--tell 'em they can just kiss your black a** . . . I'm so happy for my daughters and grandsons that he found a pair with Pelosi's help, and that the RightWing is hysterically impotent; impotent except for the violence into which HanBeckBaugh goad their Crazies, who then accommodate them . . . Had fun with Erin's choruses (community and school) last week while she was in Boston working at Mt. Holyoke and then working late on the UAH musical--I worked with all three of them and it was fun to be back in the saddle again for awhile, though I'm glad I could get back off the horse and retire to the ranch house . . . Spring done come to Bama; lawns will be green again soon--the fields and hills already are; this is the nicest time of year 'round these here parts . . . Have taken up hatha yoga three times a week per the Doc's advice and dropped Tai-chi for the time being; still lifting and shooting hoop a couple of times per week . . . Enjoying the heck out of the NCAA Tournament. When are the college presidents gonna figure out that a playoff would be the best possible thing for football, too? . . . Just realized that 'incredible' and 'unbelievable' are synonyms . . . Sam has an ear infection. Again. Goldens are famous for allergies and it's spring, as I said. Sigh . . . The South has so many reversible names: Prescott Parker; Parker Griffith; Tyler Taylor; Foster Bailey . . . Incredibly gratifying to hear from former students back in LA who still remember me and actually miss me; and I even hear occasionally from former UOP students, a few of whom manage to remember me fondly--they're too old to miss me . . . Gonna make a late, unhealthy breakfast now of sausage, eggs and toast: yum, then do a bunch of stretching: groan--right hamstring, quads and both hip flexors are really tight . . . Lots of travel coming up soon: Italy with Erin's kids; Bulgaria for a conducting masterclass; a western camping trip with the new Unit . . . Miguel Felipe (or is it Felipe Miguel?) in town from Boston returning Erin's favor; he's a talented, funny guy, lots of fun to be with, talking shop and professional smut . . . Maundy Thursday service tonight with the Episcopalians, replete with foot-washing: DoubleGroan. Love the people in that choir, though . . . Hope y'all have a resurrection Come Sunday . . . No Foolin' . . .