Sunday 8 January 2022

Musings

• The same people who claim that January 6 was a domestic terrorist attack are the same who claim that the protracted votes to elect a new speaker of the house is a hostage taking event by crazies similar to some of the January 6 protestors. And not that the recently retired head of the Pentagon wrote a book, describing former speaker Pelosi's hypocritical dramatics on that silly day.

• Listening to "We three kings" in Mass this past week reminded me of my experience in my Immaculate Conception School Christmas production of the nativity story, where I sang the king bearing gold chorus. I wore a makeshift garb of a purple RIT-died flat sheet wrapped around me with holes cut for my arms, while John Walsh and George McMullen wore elaborate outfits. And I threw up all over the 'robe' anyway.

• While I enjoy the sentimental memories of the greasy tase of sausage and an omelet, I need to curb my addiction to such a hearty breakfast to no more than once a week.

• Watching the virtue signaling from Loyola continues to both irk and bemuse me. Overpaid administrators drifting away from their educational mission as a result of guilt over slave-trading accusations.

• Watching FA Cup and Premier League matches brings back a more recent sentiment that started with LTRC soccer fifteen years ago. Watching a premier league team play a League Two team seems charming, especially if played in the lower teams venue.

• My sense of claustrophobia in our home is the result of a lack of sunlight and insufficient cubic space in the bedrooms and living room.

• Hank Hilton continues his efforts to bait me. And to act upset by my positions. Like Karyl Leggio, he offers no rebuttal, just whining.

• CYO basketball has become less exhausting, other than a general feeling of ashiness on Sundays from so much standing and sitting on hard surfaces. The hours are not the problem.

• I described to Dena my idea for a 'novel' that would take two lives of two real that interest for only a short period of time that would start with their solo biographies, lead to a middle section describing their overlap, and completed with two independent versions of how each person imagined his/her life would be had they stayed together after that middle period. Nancy Galli would be a good 'other person' companion to my life story.

• Gerry Fisher and the UWGB experience continues to reinforce my lesser feelings for our move to Appleton, i.e., inability to find a good conversation with bright people.

• Last week it was Tony Redwood in the hospital, then yesterday Jane Qastin claiming she wants to go into an assisted living venter, and then Joe Fox's gmail about Gail's lymphoma, they combined to resurrect that looming sense of mortality that our time in Harrison -- surrounded by elderly and the Covid specter -- has reinforced.

• Charlotte recently surfaced as a potential next move: warm enough but not to far south, a city but not too large of a city, a more conservative state, near a good airport, and reasonable home prices and taxes.