Losing the Virtue of Patience

Why the impatience with President Obama? Sure, he promised change, but he never indicated it could happen overnight. Small steps for sure, but these steps are progress. If we turn on the best thing we have going right now, we'll end up regressing to the Bush years and beyond. Got tea? I have my disappointments like the rest of you. Where is our universal health care? That's right, Congress made sure we didn't get that one. Is this entirely Obama's fault? Why are we still at war? This one makes me edgy as well. If you think Obama's so bad, just imagine your life with the likes of Christine O'Donnell or in Wisconsin, the likes of wealthy elitists Ron Johnson and Scott Walker. Stop whining and become informed ... then get out and make a difference.

Fighting Bob Fest 9/ Photos

A Country of Mediocrity

I love this country but have taken a long time to allow myself to come to the conclusion that this is a country of mediocrity. The informed citizenry exists only on a small scale. Rather than truly delving into the back story of political candidates and recognizing the smoke-and-mirrors trickery raining down upon them, numerous citizens either don't vote, vote based on liking names or the person with the most and largest political signs, or vote with the most superficial information tossed at them by the faux news channels. Why do so many persist on voting against their own good or that of the greater good? Why do they allow manufactured fear to guide them?

Sigh

So we just celebrated my parents' 55th wedding anniversary and Dad's 80th birthday. Who is together 55 years?! The gala was held at my home and started at 2 p.m. with dinner at 5. By 5, no parents. They don't have a cell phone so we couldn't find out where they'd gone. Both are stubborn people. I called Mom on Thursday to insist they follow my brother because they were lost for over an hour trying to find my place at Thanksgiving. Of course they just knew they could find it. A little after 5, my sister's cell rings. Dad remembered he had her number in his wallet. They were given directions and arrived in 15 minutes. Mom's eyes were red so I knew she'd been crying. She's a bit hysterical but probably also felt guilty for not listening to me. I hugged her hard. They'd somehow ended up in Janesville which is quite a distance from my home. Lost for two hours, they were. Mom thought I lived on L.L. Bean Road. Say what? Dad hugged me hard. His usually rapid speech was kicked up ten notches as he told the tale of their adventure. Mom mentioned an urgent stop by a corn field but Dad didn't. Guess who had to use it? The party was terrific with food, drink, laughter and family. I'd love to see 60 years for them. I'm sending a chauffeur.

Elton John I Thee Love

If I were one of those people who thought a bucket list was cool, I'd have to say seeing Elton John and touching his hand is right on top of the list. He was at the Chicago opening of "Billy Elliott the Musical" and I was lucky enough not only to see him and snap some photos, but also to grab his hand. Heaven is a trite word to describe the moment. Suffice it to say I'm still wafting on the high of seeing this magnificent icon.

No Frickin' Blog Since June!

I have no excuse other than I truly need a new computer to go along with my new house. I think I'd be more consistent with blogging if I had the proper apparatus to use during my leisure time. We'll see...

Moved into the new house and loving country life! The views are breath-taking and rooms bathed in natural light are uplifting. Some day we'll be unpacked but for now, adjusting and simply being is all I need.

New House

Our cottage construction is finally underway! I can hardly believe that I'll be a Sun Prairie Township resident after spending a lifetime as a Cross Plains citizen. The commute will be hard to take after walking to work for 28 years. However, returning home to acres and acres of nature and a view to-die-for will be worth it. Growing up, living and working in a small town feels a bit like the poor bug scrutinized under the microscope. Privacy will be a luxury.