
What is wrong with me?? Having been reared in a family in which politics and current events were a second "religion", I am a little ashamed at my pathological lack of interest in the events of yesterday (and the day before...and the day before...etc). In fact, lack of interest barely describes my continuing aversion to all things presidential.
Caravans of buses left Lubbock yesterday carrying families teeming with children to Midland, a two hour drive, to welcome President Bush back to Texas. Free tickets! Free buses! Free, free, free....
I spent my day at the VA outpatient clinic with Harvey waiting for his well patient visit. The TV sets in the large waiting room were all blaring images of parades...etc. All of the old vets in motorized rides were parked with their backs to the televisions and the other warriors buried their heads grouchily in the fishing magazines so abundant in such rooms. Staff hurried about their business seldom glancing at the television. It was a surreal experience. So little interest in the new commander-in-chief.
My head reels when I think of the unbelievable state of our country. I remind myself that I am old, and all old people think it was so much better when they walked 5 miles to school in the snow...uphill....both ways. I thought all old people were farts for their bad attitude towards modern progress and now I am one!
The racial aspect is wonderful, if overblown in the news media. I recall an experience I had with Susan when she was in kindergarten. She came home beaming and blurting her excitement at meeting a new friend, Heather, who was beautiful, had wonderful long braids, and was perhaps the most angelic girl on earth! Heather, Heather, Heather..every conversation for a week was about Heather. A play date was arranged, and when I walked Susan up to the door so I could eyeball Heather and her mom before dropping Susan off for a couple of hours, I was dumbfounded, as was Heather's mom, when the door opened and I realized that Heather was a little black girl and Heather's mom realized that we were white...Susan, with her almost white-blond hair and her Scandinavian skin fairly shining in the sun...very white. We stared at each other and both of us broke out laughing. So much for race! It has never been much of an issue with us, and I am tired of hearing about it. Am I a fart? I guess so.....