Uniform

I have always felt that I wore a different guise, a different gender across many generations. I cannot express exactly why. I feel pleasure at the music of the 40’s, sense the logic in the dynamics of flight, my soul spins at the sound of bagpipes, and I can recall – if dimly – the preternatural senses of both the hunter and the hunted. Too, tactics seem to me quite basic and generally easy to manage. And the smell of cordite and gun cleaning fluid? Mmmm…Many things come to me in a deep place as very familiar. It would be easy to give it a name. But I think it far more profound than just…lives lived.

So it is that there are some things that disturb me in that same deep place. There are films I cannot watch. I have yet to view Black Hawk Down – I sense that it would change me, that it would ache inside. Especially since it has a very deep and personal meaning for Trooper who was…familiar with the whole matter. How he has watched it I do not know…

We did watch We Were Soldiers, a movie mentioned here recently. Very moving…and, again, something a bit close to Trooper who has a penchant for meeting people associated with such events. (Frankly, he has that weird six degrees of separation thing for a rather large number of important and interesting people.)

And then there is the fascinating account from Michael Yon in his Gates of Fire piece. (Which, rumor has it, is ripe for movie-making, also.)

Ah, and let us not forget Gladiator…how I cried in those opening moments, his clean hands and spotless gauntlet giving away the ending.

Just today the National Guard – and some Troopers, yes – were headed east. At least the Guard was doing what it was intended for, bless them. But I do worry for what might be…

No, I cannot escape that strange echo of the past. So I try to lean in, to hear it more clearly. And to remember that nothing we have now is guaranteed to last. None of it. Not even sunrise. And so many have died trying to have it for themselves.

“So this is our story, for we were soldiers once, and young.”

Chores

Another Saturday, another day doing a few things Trooper would do if he were home. Or a few things he’s gonna gripe about when he pulls in and sees them done.

Frankly, when the adjoining homeowner mows their lawn I like to mow mine, too. Make it nice and even, and we sort of keep up with each other. Only problem was that Trooper left me with about a 1/4 cup of gas in the can. Which meant mowing on the run. On a hill. Hooo doggie, it was rough. But I eked out that last drop and finished it off so I’m pleased.

Then it was time to tackle the front garden area. It needs a lot more help but for now I moved some petunias to pots since they were not happy in the ground. Cut back the hedges, too. I HATE when a home has hedging coming up past the windows. Folks, they are ornamental. Don’t just assume because it is a thick branch that you can’t hack that sucker out. And do I ever. It forces new growth from the inside, ensuring you don’t ever have that weird naked leggy thing going on. With the hedge, I mean. Sheesh.

And if you turn your pruning shears so they are upside down, you can get a really graceful rounded shape in your pruning. Unless you enjoy that regimental flattop `do on your shrubbery. Hey – to each their own. Of course, that brings out the inevitable scramble for the cuttings. Oh, how pleased I am to no longer be dealing with holly bush hedges! Dear GOD, all around GA that is what they consider a fun hedge plant. Yeah, well – good security at the windows, maybe, but what a pain to deal with.

But the roses…well…I got too tired out for them to get any attention. Tonight in dusk I’ll have a nicely sharpened blade to put to their out of control branches and some cut up hosiery with which to secure them to their arbors. (Yes! It is the very best stuff – doesn’t harm the delicate skin of the branch, lasts all season, and ties quite nicely.) In truth, they haven’t bloomed as much as I’d have liked but then I’ve been less attentive to them than they’d probably like. I am bracing myself for a flush of autumn bloom so their pruning will have to be mild.

However, allow me to note that I intend to do very little additional work and this is why: we’ve an inside offer on a lovely house in a very nice neighborhood. I detest subdivisions. Truly. And we’d prefer a rather lot more land but…this one…the houses are all on 3+ acres so no one is right beside you. And everyone has horses and pastures and barns. Of course, the price point is larger which means a more desirable sort of person. Yes, it isn’t snobbish. It is reality. At any rate, I shall be saving all my plant money for the new place. And any other money, too.

The motorcycle will likely be sold to aid in the project. He’s been considering it for some time, it being a more youthful sport bike. Someday we’d like a Goldwing, sure. But for now all it has done is cost us insurance.

I cannot wait. Unless we find something more suitable, it will be our new home. And good, too, that we found something in the county because it would appear Trooper is…advancing. No more shall I say but it is obvious change is coming. He just has to bide his time, take his tests and continue up the chain of command. (Which I never think of without hearing Jayne saying that it’s the rutting chain he’s gonna beat you with…)

So there…rather a lot done and now some food and a shower are in order. And then? Complete indulgence in a pot of tea and my new Victoria magazine and assorted catalogues. WOOT!!

BTW, things may get sparse here in the coming month…I’ve rather a lot of medical goings on just now. Appointments like crazy, a lot of thinking and doing. But it’s good. It’s all about time and good. Yay me. I guess…we’ll see!!

Scattershot

Sooo much going on and so little time…but there are a number of good hits out there just now.

Such an illustration of the morons on parade. Poor Moxie

This WGN radio show – listened for a few hours only to find that the Obama supporters could only muster up a “you are a doody-butt and a meanie and I hate you!”. Re: Milt Rosenberg show with host, “Kurtz attempted to look at the files of the Chicago Annenberg Challenge of which Barack Obama was the chairman in the mid-90’s.”.

Another article re: the Annenberg issue here.

Brigid gives out a fantastic snippet of Truth.

That’s about it…Trooper is upstairs on the treadmill and I’ve a head of hair to wash. Well, and the rest of me, sure. I mean…who keeps a hairy head around just to wash it now and then?

Don’t answer that.

A Couple Good Things

Oh, I do hate MySpace and all its foolishness but it’s the only way I know just now to lead you here. “In My Arms Instead” should be the first song loaded. Just listen – and know that it is missing its gorgeous tail-end motif. So if it’s on iTunes or Napster, do consider a download.

How I love Texas music…

And in case I hadn’t mentioned, we saw some of George Strait’s band play locally in an old fashioned Texas dancehall.

I danced for the first time ever.

I was skeered.

I tried to lead. A lot.

Trooper added a spin right in front of the stage.

I blushed and never recovered my step.

So, we can check that one off the list. Phew. I swear – I wish I could dance half as well as he does.

At any rate, check out the above. And send a kind thought out to Jason Boland, too, who has a fair share of troubles just now. As well as his own AMAZING release, “Comal County Blue“. Oh, yes, crank that one up. And buy it if you can – he and his band will need the bucks as he recovers from surgery. How sad to have a superb release and not be able to tour with it.

Last but not least, there is a terrific show in Steamboat – I doubt we’ll go because it appears to be a very youthful, drunken adventure and we are generally neither. A terrific lineup of bands, though. If I were about 15 years younger I’d be far more likely to tolerate the silliness. The price is AMAZING for the room AND all the shows. You’d pay 5 times that to see those folks throughout a year’s concerts. It sells out fast so if you are interested, you need to jump in.

Pilot Pron for iPhone

Oh, man – how can you resist it now? I am giving semi-serious thought to flight instruction for Xmas. In Texas, being able to fly from city to city would be a huge perq. So it is very tempting…if expensive…at any rate, if I ever do move on that dream, this would SO be in my arsenal…

Courtesy of Point Niner…

Slapstick

I’ve studiously ignored just about all the political wrangling – mostly because I consider the entire thing a charade of insane proportions. However, I cannot help but note Billy’s running commentary some of which I shall link to below.

As an aside, there is a link to his comments on another site wherein the content is ignored for the physionomy – a thing that is brought up in regard to Billy by nearly every wonk who wants to hate him for being right – and right to the point. As though anyone’s appearance has any damned thing to do with the truth and accuracy of the words being put forth. Frankly, when someone decides to “go there” I file them immediately in the “you don’t fucking count” bucket and put them on instant Ignore. Dear God – have we sunk that low? Really? If it isn’t a neat digestible soundbite delivered by an attractive automaton then it has no meaning or relevence? Do fuck off already. Jeez…

At any rate, here are a few personal favorite notations from around the net…

“as if Field Marshal Rodham won’t just rip The Miracle Worker’s head right the fuck off if she sees half an angle.” (I hope Michelle has him insured quite well.)

“This is Jr. paddling his little boat as hard as possible in the wake of the great ship Miracle Worker. Perhaps he’ll be sucked along.”

“While the stage is set for The Runt, ditzy chicks who used to be hippies frolic to the strains of “Oye Como Va”. They have the ancient space-eyes, and would get their tits out, but they’re respectable now.” (That is hilarious.)

“”Hillary Gets Stiffed”Don’t you think that’s cute? I sure do.You know what, though? I think it’s way too early to conclude on who’s gotten “stiffed” so far.”

“It’s got to be in the mix, but the real trick with Obama is to deflate his hypnotic presentation. His style is to sound deeply thoughtful, and use that to distract attention from the paucity of actual thoughts.” (Damnably correct. Talk about summing the entire thing up…)

“let’s get you up to the top of a five story building, have you jump off it, and then you tell me afterward whether anyone’s subjective take on your fall has changed the facts.” (Yet another person commenting on the utter lack of critical thinking in people today.)

“I only hope he wakes up in time to vote in the general election. We need more people of Mr Kearney’s caliber making those important decisions for all of us.”