3:30 and everything seems to be well. No real sunlight as yet, but my younger son is galumphing around gathering up freshly-washed clothes he plumped on the floor yesterday during a surprise visit to his mother at the tag end of his two-week National Guard hiatus out on Cape Cod ... a surprise visit, eat a home-brewed hamburger, hook a leg over an easy chair and watch some TV drama, be a center of attention without being a center of attention, sleep, rise early, drive 100 miles back to clean-up chores on the Cape and then come back home again. His mother was pleased as she cleaned up as for the King and Queen and the house took on a new dynamic....
Which will morph again today as my wife heads down to New Jersey for the the first same-sex marriage ceremony in her bunny-rabbit Roman Catholic clan. Who would have thought that the whisperings of same-sex marriage would one day be largely a yawn capable of producing as many divorces and midnight squabbles as any other marriages?
My older son sleeps through it all.
The TV, as I skip around, devolves into an uptick of war and religion. Food prices are rising enough so that lettuce (in the person of dressing) takes on a new and scrumptious invitation. Fast food is the new gourmet.
Yesterday, I had a first-class, home-grown cruller. It's nice to have something that doesn't work so hard to be mediocre.
Yesterday, I watched a woman named Nomi Prins, author of "All the Presidents' Bankers: The Hidden Alliances that Drive American Power" on C-Span. Listening to her was like listening to a very sharp tobacco barker ... another chance to recognize that mediocre is not the whole story ... or anyway, she left me in the dust. The comment I found most compelling was that smart people like Prins have lately found themselves coalescing in the face titanic family/banking interests. The outcome may be uncertain, but it's nice to think that someone outside the greed machine is thinking about the $2 trillion in public money set aside for private uses.
Of course, smart people have a drawback ... they're smart.
Yesterday, I said I would work on a column for the paper. A sign of health, perhaps, if not much excitement.