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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Why We Fight - 08/29/2007

Ever feel rut-like, In a rut, rut-a-licious? (I was going to say rutted, but that's really not polite in some circles).

Monday through Friday, work work work. It's all so exhausting. Then to have to come home and start dinner, pick up after the kids (and sometimes the husband) gets to be a monotony I don't enjoy. It's a fight with monotony every day.

Last night, sitting on the overstuffed arm chair with the ottoman, reading a book, Isabel sits in my lap and leans back on my chest to watch tv. With my right hand holding my book, I place my left arm loosely around her front. She grabs my arm with both of hers and hugs it tightly against her body, leaning her head on my arm. Holding on to it for dear life, she then plants two perfect kisses on my arm. I am mush. This is why we fight.

Monday, August 27, 2007

To Kill a Mockingbird - 08/27/2007

Another book to cross off my classics list: "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. Set in the mid-1930's, this book is the story of a sleepy town in the deep south told through the eyes of a 9 year old girl named Scout. Scout lives with her brother "Jem," their black housekeeper Calpurnia and their father Atticus. Atticus is a southern gentleman. He's an extremely civilized, intelligent lawyer and I loved him the minute I started the book. This man, who had his children in his late 30's (rather late for his time) is now in his 50's, is raising his children on his own, as his wife died when Scout was 2. He is very educated, sensible and learned. His character reads ahead of his time. He is above prejudice, above the male-dominated thinking of his time. He is given a case to defend; a case he could have easily turned down. Defend a black man accused of rape by a white woman and her trashy family. A daunting task. Atticus takes it on with class, much to the chagrin of his sister and most of the town.

The story, told through Scout's eyes, shows a lot of the danger Atticus was in defending this man, only Scout is never really aware of it. But most of the story is not even centered on this case. It is centered on Scout, Jem, their pal Dill and all the wonderfully eccentric people of this town, including the elusive "Boo" Radley, a man who has not left his home since the age of 19 (and is probably in his 30's by the time the story is told.) The children imagine stories about "Boo" as they walk by his house each day twice a day, to & from school for 3 years. Sometimes they sneak in his yard to peek in. As the 3 years of the story go by, we see "Boo" leaving them little gifts every so often in the hole of a tree.

Atticus loses the trial, but everyone knows that the black man is innocent. Everyone knows the young woman and her father who brought the charges against the black man are white trash. But in the 30's, you don't acquit a black man against a white woman....ever. But the town knew. And the white trash father, Mr. Ewell knows that the town knows, and is bitter. In a late night drunken binge, Mr. Ewell plans the murder of those two young children; he's too much of a coward to face Atticus. In the dark melee, Jem's arm is broken and he is knocked unconscious....and Mr Ewell is dead. Scout, wearing a pageant costume and her vision impaired by it, is not sure what happened. All she knows is, Mr. Ewell was crushing her in a bear hug and the next second, he's torn away from her. A stranger helps carry Jem to their home. As she sits in Jem's room, talking to the police and her father, it suddenly dawns on her who the stranger that helped them is; the pale man hiding in the shadows of the room, afraid of the light. My throat closed up as she looked at him, teared up and whispered "Hi Boo."

At first, Atticus thinks it was Jem that has stabbed Mr. Ewell. The police officer does not accept this and states that Mr. Ewell fell on his knife and stabbed himself. We all know what really happened. We know that Boo protected "his children," and Scout finally understands what is happening; what they are doing by covering this fact up. It's a sin to kill a mockingbird; they don't harm your crops, they don't destroy your gardens. "They don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us." They don't involve Boo, because to do so would be to kill a mockingbird.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Live Bait - 08/22/2007

I just finished book two of 'The Monkeewrench' series by PJ Tracy. I loved the first book, Monkeewrench. The characters were quirky, well-written and made me want to be their friend and bake the cookies or a cake or something.


Book two deals less with the characters that made up Monkeewrench and more with the police officers that worked with Monkeewrench in the first book. I was ok with that. This book was almost a set-up to explain how it is that the Monkeewrench crew is going to continue to be involved with crime-fighting. I'm glad that they used it as a set up. I would have felt a little skeptical had they had these people be involved in crime-solving for no apparent reason.
I love the banter between Leo Magozzi and Gino Roseleth. The "whodunnit" this time was a doozie. Whodathunk it? I won't give it away, but it was left-of-center and was fun. There were some sad parts too; I teared up big-time towards the end. I hate not to say anything other than to say I betcha Gloria, the police HQ's big, bad black & beautiful receptionist ends up with skinny, red-headed Irish McLaren. :)

Monday, August 13, 2007

Catch-22

I finished another book form my "Classics" list: "Catch-22" by Joseph Heller. First published in 1961, this book is an odd duck. A total satire that had me vacillating between outright guffaws (yes, I guffaw and I have a hearty guffaw at that) to rolls of the eyes and despair at wanting to finish this book already.

To say that this book mocks American Military is to say that you think Starbucks might be a coffee company. It is set in Italy in WWII and follows an American bomber squadron. The characters are down-right ridiculous. I mean, RIDICULOUS. I get trying to be funny. I don't get trying SO hard that it is beyond funny and downright dumb.

I will say that Heller is very good at bringing things around. Things that made NO sense at the beginning....well, made no sense at the end really, but you got to see one instance, from several people's perspectives. The story is told from several character's pov. Heller's very good at showing you a peek of something that you will have no idea what it means, until chapters later, when he pops it back it unexpectedly. The dead guy in Yossarian's tent. Milo buying Egyptian cotton and not being able to dump it......only to have Milo try and feed a naked-in-a-tree Yossarian a chocolate-covered cotton ball chapters later had me in tears laughing. Heller's clever, but I could not get past the utter stupidity of everyone in charge of the military. It was beyond ridiculous.

There were some very poignant scenes; Kid Sampson at the beach and McWatt's despair at what happened saddened me. Nately's death, jotted down in 3 words, showed the futility of war.

Yossarian. Critics love Yossarian. I am ok with him. I don't love him. He is trying desperately to get out of an Army where the Colonel in charge keeps raising the missions to impress a General who could care less. All the other squadrons go home at 25 missions. Yossarian's squadron is at 80 and counting, all because an idiotic Colonel is hoping for a "feather in his cap" from the General. Yossarian was probably the only one who saw how insane everyone was. He's forever trying to find a way to get sent home and gets foiled at every turn. Sadly, I don't feel the need to read the sequel to this book to see how Yossarian fared. Did Nately's whore finally kill him? I don't care that much to find out.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Intervention - 08/09/2007

My daughter Isabel......has a Gummy Bear Vitamin Addiction.

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She loves Gummy Bears, so we bought her vitamins in Gummy Bear shapes. She can get 2-4 a day. She usually plays us; she'll ask David for some, and then later she'll ask me for some. We have to coordinate our Gummy Bear dole-age.

Today David calls me at work laughing. This morning he let Isabel pick the gummy bears herself from the jar. She reached in and grabbed about 5-6 of them. David tells her "No, no, baby, you only get two." In that moment, her little bear-addicted brain made a split-second decision....

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She shoved her entire fist with all 5-6 gummys in her mouth and ran.

Objects in Space - 08/09/2007

I have a MySpace page; yes I do. It started as a means to look at 3 of my sister's pages. They'd say "look at the blady-blah I posted," and when I would go look, it would tell me I needed to be my sister's "friend" to see their page. But...I am their sister!!! I signed up. My page is completely Buffied, as I am a geek.

Jake also has a page, mainly full of anime stuff. I monitor his page all the time. He won't post anything I would find objectionable, because he knows me.

I am his parent. I am not here to be his best friend. I am a parent. My job is to love him, nurture him, feed his body, mind & soul, house him, lead him by example and hope he takes to my instruction and grows to be a good man who will be honest, a hard worker and will treat his future girlfriends and wife with dignity & respect. I am not here to be his best friend. I won't be like a male parent I know, who told me that he would rather his teen boys drink alcohol in his home where he can monitor them. What? Uh, NO! I am a PARENT. I am not Lindsey Lohan's mom. He respects me, he loves me, he thinks I am old and a dork. He's not wrong.

I was reading and looking at his friends' pages. He leaves his page logged on and up on the screen on our computer. He has nothing to hide and I am proud of him. Some of the things I see, though, lead me to believe that some parents have no idea what is going with their kids' MySpace pages. Junior High girls posting pictures of themselves in their underwear? I doubt their mom knows about that. 13 & 14 year old girls who set their smiley icon mood to "Horny." Bet mom doesn't know about that one either.

I spoke frankly to Jake about all of it. (He rolled his eyes.) "It's just MySpace, it doesn't mean anything." I told him I hoped he made choices that would not make him be a follower or a victim of peer pressure. Am I old fashioned? In this day & age, maybe so. Do I care that I am old-fashioned? Not one iota. As a parent, do you?