I’ve never, ever stayed up late to hear the speeches at the political conventions. When your alarm goes off at 3 a.m. it’s just not an option, and since two dozen people will tell you all about it before you have a chance to get home and watch a taped version I just never saw the point. This year I am really enjoying hearing the speeches, and then flipping between channels to see what sort of “spin” each network puts on each and every tidbit. Fascinating. I would dearly love just one station that could present news in a factual manner without trying to cram their own agenda (or the agenda they’re being paid to push) down the public’s throat. Just give us the facts and let us make our decisions. Bare facts are hard to come by these days.
This has been my favorite speech so far, and I never saw it televised, I just saw it the next day on YouTube after this brilliant, beautiful, passionate patriot was viciously attacked.
My second favorite so far was Condoleezza Rice’s speech. I’ve always loved her, and nothing would make me happier than a Rice/Love ticket in 2016. Yes, I know it won’t happen, but I can dream, can’t I?
I’ve also become obsessed by the “Elephant in the Room” exhibit in Tampa. I find myself walking around the house planning the perfect place to mount a colorful elephant on my wall. This may be due to the afore-mentioned sleep deprivation.
I’m gearing up for an online writing class in September to jump-start my WIP, which I’ve practically ignored over the summer. Even if I have to do it in fifteen-minute segments, lying on a heating pad or ice pack in between, I’m going to make writing a priority.
Here’s my first school complaint of the year. Tell me if this seems reasonable to you. All the bathrooms in my son’s middle school are kept locked. Therefore, if you need to use the restroom you must get a hall pass from your teacher, and then search the school until you can find a security guard to let you into a restroom. I found this out yesterday because I went to pick up John after he’d thrown up. Thankfully, he’d made it to the bathroom. I don’t know how. When I have to throw up I don’t usually get that much notice. He’s not really sick, I think it’s just from the sinus drainage he and the rest of us living in the Ohio Valley are suffering right now. But I wasn’t going to suggest he stay at school and risk him throwing up before he could get to the bathroom if this happened again later in the day.
I was enjoying a bit of retail therapy the other day, which on my budget means Goodwill and my favorite consignment store, and I found a Vatican II Sunday Missal in perfect condition. I think it cost me $1. Would I look too much like a little old lady if I carried my missal to Mass? I love the idea of marking the readings for the day with the colorful ribbons attached and it’s small enough to tuck into the pocket of my purse usually reserved for my Kindle.
Aaron and Catherine aren’t coming home for Labor Day weekend, which makes me a little sad, but I know they’ve both been working hard to get their semester off to a good start, and they deserve a weekend to rest without packing up and driving two hours each way. And next year by this time they’ll be married, so I suppose I need to back off a bit, especially since they’ve politely declined my invitation to move in with us after they’re married – go figure!
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