As I’ve been suddenly and quite unexpectedly been blessed with two grandchildren, a daughter-in-law, and a new job, the holidays were frantic and then my husband and I both got sick for New Year’s Eve.
Our celebration consisted of microwaved pot pies, then Paul went to bed about 7:30, and I fell asleep on the couch a bit later while trying to knit one of the things I didn’t have time for pre-Xmas. I was able to see the fireworks at Paradise Casino out my kitchen window, which they were setting off, I heard, every hour until midnight. So I watched the 11 o’clock fireworks and went to bed.
Even our minister had a more exciting evening, I’m sure.
Part of the problem with this particular human virus is that I couldn’t think straight. What with sinus pressure, ears ringing, and blurred vision, I’m really glad my husband and I both had several days off work to get over this thing.
In the interim between Xmas and New Year’s, I got an e-mail from Roger Schlafly, who took exception to my last post on VAWA. Apparently he and his mother, Phyllis, took it as a nasty crack about the Eagle Forum. That is most certainly not what was intended. I hold both the Eagle Forum and Mrs. Schlafly herself in the highest esteem. The possibility that there may be one or two rotten apples in a barrel is something entirely outside the control of anyone administering this important, and very large group. As an activist, I know that stuff happens. The point I was trying to make was that feminist zeal relating to DV programs can and does filter into the best of places. I’m sorry if anyone misunderstood my line of reasoning.
Cathy Young got what I was trying to say. THX for the mention! That brightened my outlook considerably.
In any case, there are going to be some changes made here. What I think I’m going to do is combine all my blogs into one. My new status as a grandma, and my job at the library demand that I make better use of my time. I no longer have the 16 hours a day I used to have with my head in da ‘puter. I really enjoy these alterations in my life. I can convince Carley, my granddaughter that when I was growing up everything was black and white. (Hey, I had my own kid going on that for a long time! Then he convinced me they had a rugby team at his junior high, so we were even. ;>)
So the DLJ will not be all activism, all the time. There will be some stuff about and for writers, some stuff about food, as well as tech stuff and news and commentary about my hometown of Yuma Arizona. Probably some things about the Marines, too, since the library where I work is aboard MCAS-Yuma.
It'll take awhile, but eventually things will look and be different here.