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Mayor Pete for Speaker

Miles Taylor was on the inside of the first FFOTUS administration.  Now, as director of Defiance.org, he decidedly on the outside.   Last week he posted on Substack that the Democrats should nominate Pete Buttigieg.  The boldface intro says it all Nothing in the Constitution requires the Speaker of the House to be an elected member of Congress. If Democrats take back control, they should bring a bulldog into the job He goes on to list all the ways that Mayor Pete (I think he'll always be Mayor Pete to me) is perfect for the job.  He speaks to Republicans and Democrats and Independents and those who are somewhere else on the spectrum.  He's been doing it for years, and he doing it in complete sentences. He could delegate most of the day to day running of the job to the Minority Whip, spending his energies on overseeing the many prosecutions and hearings and investigations that are certain to come if the Democrats win the House. They  say that last we...

Faces

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There were so many faces in my house yesterday.  This morning, there are only two.   We're delighted that the grandbabies motivated TBG to get up and get moving.  We are planning many trips.   Life is too short to spend it far from those we love. The distance seems greater just after they leave.  I find myself sighing a lot.  The hugs, the hide and seek, the outstretched and seeing comfort from Grandma.... I miss them terribly.  HoneyBunny's plaintive "I want you to come to my home home." Fig bars coexisting with the Persian rugs. Peaches and apples on cutting boards. Princesses on the television. Wipes on every surface and more in a box in the garage.   And their faces.  Smeared with oatmeal or licking the frosting off the beaters; pivoting around a straw or Chew; laughing or telling serious stories but always with those eyes and those cheeks and that hair. I miss those faces.  Here are some to brighten your day. ...

Live and Let Live

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G'ma used to say that the only way to grow zinnias without them getting moldy was not to plant zinnias at all.  They must be watered from the bottom, keeping the leaves dry. Even then, it's touch and go whether they survive. It's another story here in Tucson.  Our dry heat and the winds stirring up the monsoon seem to have made mine impervious to rot. Just take a look:                                                        The blooms are prolific.   They also change color as they age.  See for yourself:                                                                     The deeper color fades as the blos...

Is It Starting?

Trump endorsed candidates are falling like flies.  The Bulwark posited that Democrats are peeved that the most MAGA and thereby most vulnerable candidates lost in their primaries.   Natalie Harp's delusional attachment to FFOTUS - the press refer to her as his security blanket - is occupying a bigger piece of my brain than I usually allow FFOTUS to inhabit.  But this is just delicious, so I'm giving it space, for now.   Alexander Vindman, the party's choice and presumptive winner, lost to a Democratic Socialist, who's at odds with that party.  AOC is the front runner for 2028 according to polls taken way too far out to be credible.  Chuck Schumer's removal as leader is the cornerstone of campaigns across the nation.  Mamdani's insistence that second home owners pay a fair tax on their property infuriates the wealthy even as they acknowledge that it would solve a big part of the city's financial woes. If I were an establishment politician, on ...

Miracles Do Happen

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I was glad that Big Cuter was coming to visit.  I needed reassurance and validation and a second opinion from someone familiar with the history.  I needed comfort and solace and support.   I got the comfort and solace and support.  I got hugs and kisses.  I didn't need a second opinion; things were changing rapidly.    The man who couldn't get out of bed was walking without assistance. The man who pointed instead of talking was using his words. The man who was never hungry was eating every 20 minutes. This is why: Berries all over her face Play Doh Cutlery is optional                                                                        Brother made the ferry and cars for Big Cuter 40 some years ago.  What goes around, comes aroun...

Grandkids

TBG has no energy.  I have no oomph. It's hard to get motivated to do anything at all.  Except when the grandkids arrive.  Suddenly, TBG's playing hide and seek from the couch. I hopped out of bed when I heard high pitched giggling... despite the fact that it was 6:15 and we'd stayed up past 11 to watch the first 3 episodes of Reacher. Oatmeal for the masses. Mandarin oranges for snacks.  Chasing a stuffed smile around the couch.  Searching for Cinderella's missing glass slipper. Jumping on Grandpa's bed.  Giving and getting hugs.       Suddenly,  neither of us is tired. 

Of Course

For years, asking a clerk or a salesperson or a nurse or a friend for something got you No Problem for a response. It annoyed me, implying that I had asked for something difficult, that the listener would handle the situation, that it was not a problem at all.  But I usually didn't think that my request might be a bother.   May I have ice tea to drink?  Could you hold the door for me?  Can you reach that item on the top shelf? Those are requests.  If I thought they might create an issue I wouldn't have asked.  I didn't want to make a tumult, cause an issue, initiate a problem.  No problem  assumes an issue, one I didn't see, anticipate, or intend to bring to the situation. Spending most of last month sitting with TBG in the hospital, I began to notice a change.  Instead of No problem  people were saying Of course. That's so much nicer, isn't it?  Instead of assuming a problem needed to be swept away, there's an acknowledgement ...