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Tuesday, November 7, 2023

11/7/23

 Tuesday, November 7, 2023

In bed at 9:30, awake at 4:50 after not very restful sleep, onto lzb till 5:10.  44°, cloudy day ahead, high of 48°, wind NNW at 10 mph, 9-14/20. Sunrise at 6:34, sunset at 4:36, 10+2.         

Treadmill.  24 hours ago I was on the treadmill watching Dana Bash.  Today, so far, CPP.  Fingers crossed. . .  Today  30:01, 0.62, 2 p.m.  CPP all day before & CPP after, watching interview of Edward Said.

Loomings.  Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

A million years ago when I was a very new law professor teaching Property Law to first semester, first year law students, then called freshmen and now called 1Ls, I would read to my students this wonderful opening paragraph of Moby Dick on a day in November when tensions were thick as their class notes and course outlines were burgeoning and the intimidating final exams were approaching.  I was not suggesting that, if they were feeling as Ismael was feeling, they should quit law school and sign on to a ship's crew, but only that I realized that some of them, perhaps most or all of them, might be going through "a damp, drizzly November in [their] soul" and that they  needed to occasionally take a step back and keep a sense of perspective in their lives.  The law school experience, especially in those days, especially in the first year, and especially as experienced at the then-unwelcoming MULS, could be overwhelming.  I tried to be more welcoming and understanding than some of my more senior colleagues.  I was only a few years older than most of the students and I sympathized with what they were going through, having gone through it myself only a few years earlier.  Indeed, as a young professor rather fresh out of law school myself, I was going through very similar experiences myself.  Those freshmen law students from the early 1970s are now approaching their 50th Class Reunions  Many are retired; some are dead.  Over the years, many of my students from those years have told me they remember my reading the passage from Moby Dick, and that they appreciate it, the break from normal classroom routine.  I still have the leatherbound Franklin Library edition of Moby Dick from which I would read.  Now in my old age I need to follow my own advice about perspective as I face some "damp, drizzly November" days of my own.

Homage to Switzerland, a tri-partite short story by Ernest Hemingway.  I read it yesterday but don't understand what Hemingway's point was.

Election Day. Abortion won constitutional protection in Ohio.  Ohio also voted to legalize marijuana.  Andy Beshear retained his governorship in Kentucky.

Monday, November 6, 2023

11/6/23

 Monday, November 6, 2023

In bed at 11, awake and up at 7:30.  53° and windy, high of 64°ðŸ˜Š,  wind SSW aat 21 mph, 12-21/39😳.  The sun rose at 6:32 and will set at 4:37, 10+4.  Solar noon at 11L35 at an altitude of 31°.

Treadmill.  No time yesterday, persistent pain.  Today, 30:00 & 0.72 at 11 a.m. watching Dana Bash.

Kiss me again, stranger is a short story by Daphne du Maurier that I read yesterday and the day before.  Written in the first person, the author does a terrific fob of describing the romantic thoughts of a young man, working-class, an auto mechanic, who is attracted by the usherette at a British movie theatre.  He picks her up when the movie is finished (or does she pick him up?), follows her onto a bus to the end of the line, dallies with her in a cemetery and fanasizes about them becoming 'steadies'.  She sends him on his way, alone, after learning that he was not in the RAF while she remains in the cemetery alone in the steady rain. "You weren't ever in the Air Force, were you?" she asked.  "Not me," I said. . .  "I'm glad," she said.  "you're good and kind.  I'm glad." . . . "Why, what's wrong with them?  I said.  What's the RAF done to you?" "They smashed my home." she said.  "That was the Germans, not our fellows.: "It's all the same, they're all killers, aren't they?"   The next day he learns that another RAF serviceman has be stabbed to death, the third in recent days, near the cemetery and it's clear that his one-night girlfriend is a serial murderer.

What a strange story!  It was published in Britain in 1952, part of a collection of short stories by du Maurier, with a lurid, sexy cover more titillating than the story itself.   One of the stories was adapted to become Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds in 1963 and this story was adapted for television in 1953.  Doris Day made a recording with this title but the lyrics were much different from the du Maurier work.  World War II was certainly still very fresh in the minds of British readers when this story was written, as was the role of the RAF in winning the War of Britain and in destroying Germany's cities and war-making ability.  The sultry, sardonic, enticing, serial killer equates the RAF with the Luftwaffe.  "It's all the same, they're all killers."

A Domestic Dilemma is a short story by Carson McCullers in the same collection of stories.  I read it yesterday.  It's a sad story about a young family transplanted from Alabama, where they were surrounded with friends and family, to New York City, living in a commuters' suburb.  The couple have a 6 year old son and a younger daughter.  The mother never adjusts to the move, never assimilates into the suburban neighborhood, and in her depression and social isolation, sinks into severe alcoholism.  It's a 'short' short story, only about 8 pages, but McCullers finely describes the wife's loneliness, the children's confusion about their mother, and the husband's solicitude for, love of, and fear for his children's welfare with their mother so afflicted and incapacitated.  In the closing paragraphs of the story, McCullers focused on the husband's anger at his wife: "His own anger, represed and lurking, arose again.  His youth was being frittered by a drunkard's waste, his very anhood subtly undermined. And the children, once the immunity of incomprehension passed - what would it be like in a year or two? . . . He and his children were bound to a future of degradation and slow ruin."  But what could or should he do?  McCullers leaves us wondering.  "As Martin watched the tranquil slumber of his wife, the ghost of the old anger vanished.  All thoughts of blame or blemish were distant from him now. . . Careful not to awaken Emily he slid into the bed.  By moonlight he watched his wife for the last time.  His hand sought the adjacent flesh and sorrow paralleled desire in the immense complexity of love."  For the last time???  Was he going to strangle her?  Divorce  and leave her?  Take the children and leave her?  "For the last time."  Or was he only looking at her for the last time that night?  Or did he now want to make love with her?  Ambiguity.

One year ago today: And they call the wind Pariah

Can't tell what the maximum force winds were after the blackout on Saturday because we had no television and we weren't listening in to radio reports but the predicted winds were gusts of 60-65 mph.  Whatever they were, they caused us to lose electrical power for 26 hours, from 5 p.m. Saturday till 7:18 p.m. Sunday.  During the dark hours, we had Ikea candles, votive lights, and an oil-burning hurricane lamp providing enough illumination to avoid bumping into or tripping over things.  Geri had a muffin tray of tea lights on the dining room table so we could see the chicken she roasted at David's house and the green beans I cooked on the stovetop here.  I had thought Sarah might have preferred to stay at her mother's home even with the howling cat problem, but she came back here and coped with the darkness.  On Sunday, she watched the hard-to-believe Packers-Lions game with her Mom and again opted to come back here after the game though the power was still out and sunset was at 4:35 p.m.  She grabbed a chicken sandwich and fries at McDonald's on the way here and we did a combo McDoanld's/Culver's dinner.  When Geri and I returned from our dinner run, there were 4 big trucks with cherry pickers on County Line Road, giving us hope the power would be restored soon, and it was, at 7:18 p.m.

Weather variability.  Today we have a high temperature of 64°.  Tomorrow the predicted high is 47°.

Daily Message from Speaker of the House & Christian Nationalist Mike Johnson.  Ever since he was elected Speaker, Mike Johnson has been sending me a daily text message.  This is contemporary life in America.  Unsolicited messages on email services have made email, once a great step forward in personal communication mostly a nuisance.  The same is happening with text messages.  Once someone with a product to sell, either commercially or politically, gets our address, we are flooded with unwanted messages.  The "unsubscribe" option that appears on the bottom of the messages are a fraud.  On the text messages (sent to me as "Ken") there is an option to "Delete and Report Junk", but it too is a fraud.  The emails and text messages keep coming, as in a terrible nightmare or horror movie.😱

A painting that I should paint over or discard but won't


So much wrong, but the subject has sentimental pull, Homecoming, corsage, a new driver's license, 







Sunday, November 5, 2023

11/5/23

 Sunday, November 5, 2023

In bed at 11, awake at 12:30 with bad CPP, unrelieved, back to sleep and awake and up at 4:41.  36°, high of 55°, cloudy day ahead, AQI=109 (PMm Unhealthy for sensitive groups), wind WSW at 5 mph, 2-16/29.  Sunrise at 6:31, sunset at 4:38😱, 10+7.  The longest daylight was 15+23 on June 21.)  Solar noon is at 11:35, altitude 31°.

LTMW at an 8 a.m. feeding frenzy at the seed and suet feeders and underneath.  Mostly red-bellied and downy woodpeckers, house finches, chickadees, and mourning doves.  Despite the forecast of cloudy weather, the sun is shining brightly in the morning.  Why is it that the downy woodpeckers seem so very tiny to me, leading me to wonder if they are adolescents?  Have they always been this size or am I just comparing them to the great big red-bellies?  The birds swoop in at such speeds and in such numbers it looks like we should have an air traffic controller on duty to prevent aerial collisions.  

I watch individual leaves fall from our easternmost berry tree along County Line Road, thinking how different they appear from what seemed like millions of small individual locust leaves that covered our lawn last week.  They reminded me of a line in Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek about the profligacy of Nature:

“Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to the soil. Wouldn't it be cheaper to leave them on the tree in the first place? This deciduous business alone is a radical scheme, the brainchild of a deranged manic-depressive with limitless capital. Extravagance! Nature will try anything once.” 


And I think of Mary Oliver's When Death Comes: "I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,  

Each of the billions of leaves so perfect, so well made and functional, so beautiful, so plenteous, so common and so singular.




Pain during the night and again in the morning, walking like a 90-year-old with a stick up his butt.  I laid down for some time on the bed with my tinnitus "Relief" app running 'Soundscape 6,' underlying 'brown noise' with subtle underwater and train sounds on top.

Teen solves Rubik's Cube while skydiving.  From JSOnline: "17-year-old Sean Sierwacki claimed the Guinness Book of World Record for fastest time to solve a Rubik's Cube in freefall while skydiving. " My thought: what fools these mortals be.  A thought from Annie Dillard: “Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a year. Some people lift cars, too. Some people enter week-long sled-dog races, go over Niagara Falls in barrels, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms.”  To which we say: thank God

Nate Cohn's data shows Trump leading Biden in key states by 4 points, 48% to 44% in Pennsylvania, Michigan, Georgia, Arizona, and Nevada — most likely more than enough to win the 270 electoral votes needed to win the presidency.  Biden led in the sixth state, Wisconsin by 2 points.  Cohn writes:

The survey finds that Mr. Biden enters his campaign as a badly weakened candidate, one running without the strengths on personal likability, temperament and character that were essential to his narrow victories in all six of these states in 2020. Long-festering vulnerabilities on his age, economic stewardship, and appeal to young, Black and Hispanic voters have grown severe enough to imperil his re-election chances.

On question after question, the public’s view of the president has plummeted over the course of his time in office. The deterioration in Mr. Biden’s standing is broad, spanning virtually every demographic group, yet it yields an especially deep blow to his electoral support among young, Black and Hispanic voters, with Mr. Trump obtaining previously unimaginable levels of support with them.

What does it say about America that, knowing what we all know, that 48% of the electorate supports giving the keys to the Oval Office back to Donald Trump?   What does it say about Joe Biden that, knowing what we all know, that 48% of the electorate prefer Donald Trump to him?   

Hitler - A Career is a  150 minute, 1977 documentary by Joachim Fest that I watched on OVID yesterday and today, noting (1) his 'failure' as a painter, wondering what would world history have been if he had succceded in his first calling as a painter; (2) the Beer Hall Putsch on 8-9 November, 1923, a hundred years ago; (3) the combination of circumstances that led to his appointment as Chancellor; (4) the phenomenal theatrics of the Nuremburg and other rallies; (5) his powerful oratory, unlike Trump's; (6) his masterful scape-goating of Jews and Leftists for the loss of WW1 and all the woes that besset the populace, who were only too ready to blame scapegoats; (7) the huge, cheering crowds of supporters in Germany, the Sudetenland, Austria.; (8) color films of Hitler, Eva Braun, Himmler, Albert Speer, and others at the Eagle's Nest Obersalzburg, where Sarah and Christian took me almost 75 years later, up the same elevator, Christain feeding the birds where Hitler dreamed of Lebensraum;  (9) on September 1, 1939, the Schleswig-Holstein fired the opening shots of WWII; (10)  Hitler's carelessness about work, not working very hard, dreaming of glories and conquests.

It's the most complete documentary I've seen on Hitler's life.  It's not an enjoyable viewing because I was only too aware of the terrible price the world paid for his pathologies and wickedness.  I can't help comparing Trump to him but watching the film persuaded me that Hitler, for all his weaknesses and abnormalities, was a more powerful leader by far than Trump is, a better orator and avatar surely.  I'm wondering whether Trump will finally crack under the pressures of the legal trials he is facing.  I'm also wondering whether he will be the next president of the U.S., and in some sense, the last president of the U.S.   What will remain of the U.S. I grew up in and live in after another 4 years of Trump in power?  "I am your vengeance."  All that he and his thugs learned during his prior administration will be put to use destructively in his next administration.  He will surround himself with his own form of brown shirts and black shirts, and thoroughly corrupt the government and change the world for the worse.  Woe.


 


Saturday, November 4, 2023

11/4/23

 Saturday, November 4, 2023

In bed by 10, up at 4:54, and the last half of the night on the lzb, back pain.  43°, high of 50°, mostly cloudy, AQI=58 (PM), wind, wind NNE at 11 mph, 2-11/20.  Sunrise at 7:30, sunset at 5:39, 10+9.

Treadmill  24:01   0.50 slow walk


LTMW as I 'come to' at 7:42 after nodding off in my recliner I see the rear end of a healthy-looking buck trotting across our front yard.  I couldn't count the points on his antlers as he moved over to Mequon looking for a doe.














Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Man's wolf to man.  In my throne room reading yesterday I came across Marianne Moore's poem In Distrust of Merits, a cry against the Second World War.  In it, she uses the phrase 'man's wolf to man' which reminded me of Randall Jarrell's poem Eigth Air Force, also decrying WW II and asking "shall I say that man / Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?  I thought that was curious and turned to Wikipedia to learn that the term is an English translation of the Latin homo homini lupus from a play by Plautus (254 B.C.-184 B.C.)  titled Asinaria, or a play about asses or donkeys.  The saying has me thinking of Ukraine and Gaza, of Putin, Hamas, the ayatollahs, Netanyahu, Donald Trump and Trumpism, feral capitalism, indeed modern conservatism, Republicanism, America Firsters, et al.  In yesterday's newsletter from Heather Cox Richardson, she reports:  Today, Representative Ryan Zinke (R-MT), who was former president Trump’s Interior Secretary until he left under accusations of misconduct, introduced a bill to ban Palestinians from the United States and to revoke any visas issued to Palestinians since October 1 of this year. Although the U.S. has resettled only about 2,000 Palestinians in the last 20 years, ten other far-right members of the af House signed onto Zinke’s bill, which draws no distinction between Hamas and Palestinian civilians."  Zinke and his pals would deny there is any racism in this ploy but Quaere would he make such a move against Irish Catholics wanting to visit the U.S. during the terrorist attacks in Ulster by the IRA?  Or against Irish Protestants during terrorist attacks in Ulster by the Unionist extremists?  The move obviously mirrors Trump's Muslim ban one week after he was sworn in as president.

Winston Churchill's and William F. Buckley's racism and today's Republican party.  Geri's dear niece Katherine is a great admirer of Winston Churchill, as indeed are most Americans.  Although I greatly admire his leadership and tenacity during World War II, I never forget that Churchill was a dyed-in-the-wool racist with little use for Britain's colonial subjects except as they may be useful for the enrichment of Great Britain, which is to say, its ruling and moneyed classes.  He looked down his well-fed English upper-class nose on those England ruled or wanted to rule, like my Irish forebearers.  My maternal grandparents immigrated to the U.S. from Ireland in the early 20th century, when Ireland was still under the British boot.  In reading Karen Attiah's column in this morning's WaPo  "The colonial history of Israel-Palestine: Bringing the receipts", I came across this lovely quote from the great racist:

“I do not agree that the dog in a manger has the final right to the manger even though he may have lain there for a very long time. I do not admit that right. I do not admit, for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, or, at any rate, a more worldly wise race, to put it that way, has come in and taken their place.” (My bolding.)

 I am reminded of the words written in 1957 by that icon of modern political conservatism, William F. Buckley, in his editorial in his magazine National Review titled "Why the South Must Prevail."

The central question that emerges-and it is not a parliamentary question or a question that is answered by merely consulting a catalogue of the rights of American citizens, born Equal-is whether the White community in the South is entitled to take such measures as are necessary to prevail, politically and culturally, in areas in which it does not pre- dominate numerically? The sobering answer is Yes -the White community is so entitled because, for the time being, it is the advanced race. It is not easy, and it is unpleasant, to adduce statistics evidencing the median cultural superiority of White over Negro: but it is a fact that obtrudes, one that cannot be hidden by ever-so-busy egalitarians and anthropologists. The question, as far as the White community is concerned, is whether the claims of civilization supersede those of universal suffrage. The British believe they do, and acted accordingly, in Kenya, where the choice was dramatically one between ci- vilization and barbarism, and elsewhere; the South, where the conflict is by no means dramatic, as in Kenya, nevertheless perceives important qualitative differences between its culture and the Negroes', and intends to assert its own.

NATIONAL REVIEW believes that the South's premises are correct. If the majority wills what is socially atavistic, then to thwart the majority may be, though undemocratic, enlightened. It is more important for any community, anywhere in the world, to affirm and live by civilized standards, than to bow to the demands of the numerical majority. Sometimes it becomes impossible to assert the will of a minority, in which case it must give way, and the society will regress; sometimes the numerical minority cannot prevail except by violence: then it must determine whether the prevalence of its will is worth the terrible price of violence. (My bolding.)

Contemporary Republicanism's antagonism to democracy, to broad enfranchisement, and to majority rule is nothing new.  Its roots are ancient.   Its spirit was dominant in the country's constitutional convention in Philadelphia in 1987 and led, among other things, to the creation of the U.S. Senate, the Electoral College, and an appointed judiciary.  There is no surprise in Churchill's being a "Tory" or Conservative or William F. Buckley's being a Republican or Conservative.  Each was powerful during times that were in large measure conservative, Churchill prior to the British Empire's collapse after World War II and Buckley in America after the New Deal but before the Great Society of LBJ and Nixon's substantial expansion of the federal government.  With LBJ we got the Civil Rights Act, the Voting Rights Act, Medicare, and the Fair Housing Act.  With Nixon, we got the EPA, the Clean Water Act, the Clean Air Act, the federal protection of endangered species, OSHA, and the lowering of the voting age from 21 to 18.  The current federal workforce is approximately 2.25 million full-time-equivalent civilian workers.  Federal statutes, regulations, and rules are impossible to enumerate.  Virtually every aspect of business and employment is subject to an array of regulations at all levels of government, but most onerously, from the federal government.  Starting with FDR's New Deal in the 1930s, the federal government has become the "administrative state" that Steve Bannon has as his goal, and as President Trump's goal when he was president and Bannon his high level advisor, to "deconstruct."  And a great many Americans, tens of millions of them, are very unhappy with life under this state of things, so unhappy that they, like Buckley in his 1957 essay, are contemplating whether attaining "the prevalence of [their] will is worth the terrible price of violence."  As is often said, January 6th was just a rehearsal.  I am terribly afraid that Trump is destined to regain control of the federal government in the next national election, and that the "American experiment" begun in 1789 will be concluded, unsuccessfully.  Anyone who has studied the rise of Hitler in inter-war Germany cannot fail to see the similarities in the two men and in the two electorates.  Certainly, there are huge dissimilarities as well, notably the absence of the Great Depression, no Treaty of Versailles, and many others.  But Hitler showed how a minority movement can, given the right circumstances, attain control of a government.  There appear to be plenty of circumstances, starting with inflation and immigration and with his age and health and the unpopularity of Kamala Harris and now perhaps his identification with Israel, and the peculiarities of our constitutional system of government, that could lead to his defeat next year.   Then 'God help us', though we know s/he or it won't.




Friday, November 3, 2023

11/3/23

 Friday, November 3, 2023

In bed before 10, up at 6:30, many pss, let Lilly out, 42°, high of 53°, cloudy, windy morning ahead, win SW at 15 mph, 6-16/30, WC is 36°. Sunrise at 7:28 at 110° ESE, sunset at 5:29 at 250° WSW, 10+13, solar noon at 12:35 and altitude of 32°.

Treadmill is a no-go so far at 4 p.m.   Shooting CPP.  

LTMW at this morning's winner of the Early Bird award, a red-bellied woodpecker nabbing some suet at 7:26, right before sun-up.  S/he was followed by a downy woodpecker on the niger feeder, and snowbirds pecking around the ground under the sunflower/safflower feeder at 7:29, followed by a squirrel.  Lilly and I keep watch out our window. Chickadees don't show up until 7:53.  Sleeping in?  They show up in numbers, mostly on the short tube but also on the long tube.  Short tube swinging like a pendulum from their impacts.

Workers showed up at the Pandlhaus a little after 7 this morning.

Domestic violence data and the sequellae of slavery/Jim Crow/ persistent inequality.  On JSOnline this morning there is a study of DV fatalities in Wisconsin over the last 7 years.  Unsurprising data: most of the cases over the last seven years involved Black victims, who represented about 73% of victims.  Overall, 33 victims were white — 18.5% — and nearly 13% were white women.  Experts have said women of color are over-represented in domestic violence deaths compared to their share of the population, in part because of structural racial inequalities in housing, income, and access to safety resources. Unstated: the killers were mostly Black men.





Handwrote letter to Peter for confirmation retreat, thinking of the similarity to a bar mitzvah though Peter is 16, not 13.  I'm a bit surprised that the confirmation is occurring at this age rather than at age 12 which I the age at which we were confirmed in my long-ago youth.


Thursday, November 2, 2023

11/2/23

 Thursday, November 2, 2023

In bed by 10, awake at 4:40 w/ some back pain, onto lab till 5:50.  33°, high of 48°, wind SW at 11 mph, 7-13/24, WC is 24°.  Sunrise at 7:27, sunset at 5:42,  10+14.

Treadmill    25:03 and 0.62.   I watched 2 episodes of . . .

American Bandstand on YouTube while on the treadmill.  One from November 9, 1963 and one from August, 1961.  The former was broadcast 2 weeks before JFK was assassinated in Dallas, an event that I have long associated with a massive loss of innocence within the U.S.  It began with the killing of JFK ran to the fall of Saigon on April 30, 1975.  How different our world became between those 2 stunning dates.  The names of the 'regular' dancers were listed on the 1961 show including some I thought I remembered: Kenny Rossi, Justice Carcelli, Arlene Sullivan.  The boys all wore jackets and ties.  The girls all had "do's".  I was reminded that "the 60s" really referred only to the mid to late 60s; the early 60s were largely indistinquishable from the uptight 50s.  The 1961 show marked the 4th anniversary of the show being picked up by the ABC network in 1957.  Dick Clark, Mr. Smooth, played 3 period songs: Paul Anka's Diana, Johnny Mathis' Chances Are, and the Everly Brothers' Wake Up, Little Susie. songs popular when I was 16 years old and a fan of Bandstand Matinee.  Watching the two shows (1) reminded me of how segregated we were in the 60s, with only one black couple appearing on the two shows, and (2) persuaded me that it's true: White people can't dance.

VA today for 3rd day in a row with VA appointments, though yesterday's was online.  Today PT Evaluation.  I'm not sure who ordered this, probably Dr. Cheng in PM&R clinic but I was ask the therapist. . . . I met with PT Jennifer Batie Mueller and found out that the referral was made by my Health Coach Melinda to see whether the Functional Rehabilitation Group might be appropriate for me, which it doesn't appear to be.  Nonetheless, it was good to meet Jennifer and to learn that I can contact her directly for PT if I think I need some.  The next FRG program starts in January so things may change by then.

LTMW at 10 a.m. as I am about to leave for the VA, I see that the short tube feeder that I filled this morning at about 6:30 is more than 1/3rd depleted.  The cold temperatures have really increased business.  Both suet cakes are also regularly attracting hungry visitors of all kinds, not just the regular chickadees and woodpeckers. . . By the time I returned from the VA at 12:30, the feeder was more than half empty with birds still flying in for service.

Peter's 'Bar Mitvah' letter.  I received this text message from Anh:

Hi Anne and Chuck, Peter is getting ready to go on a 3 day Confirmation retreat in Nov with our church. We are asking family members to write "love letters" for Peter to receive and read when he is on retreat. Here are more details about the letters from the youth minister:
On Confirmation retreat, our students will open letters that their parents (and various loved ones) have hand-written.  These letters should just be an iteration of your care, love, and support for your high schooler.  Often times, it can be hard to communicate these things, but our high school students will open these meaningful letters at an impactful time on our Confirmation retreat.  Again, it should be handwritten if possible, and turned in soon.  If you can write Peter a letter, put it in a sealed envelope, and drop it off in our mailbox or we can pick it up before Tuesday.   Thank you!  

My letter, which may be changed:

Dear Peter,

Long ago, before your Dad had even met your Mom, I wondered whether I might go through life without a grandchild, and whether the Clausen family name would die out once your Aunt Sarah and your Dad went to their rewards.  Those concerns all stopped when your Mom and Dad met, loved each other, married, and then blessed the world with your birth.   I have warm memories of visiting you and them in the maternity ward of the hospital, all of us marveling at your seeming perfection and all the promise and potential that you represented, even in your infancy.  But, as we know, though all babies are beautiful, not all turn out so beautifully.  Happily you are wonderfully fulfilling all the “promise and potential” that we saw in you as a newborn and then as a toddler, a child, and now as a young man.
You have warmed by heart more times than I can count, and I am grateful for each time.  It happens every time I see you interacting with Lizzie and with Drew, being the loving Big Brother to them, caring for them and helping to nurture them as they follow in your footsteps toward responsible adulthood.  It happens every time I see you respecting and helping your Mom and Dad.  It happened especially when I watched you work in partnership with your Dad in helping Geri and me with work we couldn’t do ourselves (like moving the heavy buffet from the house across our street into our living room), as well as other ‘corporal works of mercy’ for us.   It happens when I saw you volunteer for sports in school, including football at Nicolet and when I saw you volunteer and take a leadership role in Nicolet FEAR.  It happened every time you took on part-time employment, at Culver’s, at WAC, and at MCC, each job presenting different challenges and requiring different skills.   This list is far from complete but I hope it evidences that I have followed your growth from your beginning to now and that I have taken great pride in your transition from boyhood to manhood.   I add an even more personal comment, i.e., that I have always taken special pride in your carrying my name.  I confess that I often  refer to you as “my grandson, Peter Charles.”
I don’t want you to think that my love and admiration of you is based primarily on your many accomplishments, in the family, in school, or in your work.   It is based rather on what those accomplishments reveal about your character, your heart and soul.  There is love and generosity of spirit in you.  I see it in your relations with all of us in the family.  There is courage and intellectual curiosity and a sense of adventure in you, as is shown by your taking on new challenges in your life, challenges that some, perhaps many, others shirk.  And there is responsibility in you,, demonstrated again and again as you regularly fulfill the requirements of the roles you fill: son , big brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, friend,  student, team member and team leader, and employee.
Long ago, you and your Mom and Dad lived with Geri and me for a year or so.  I was privileged to see to grow from an infant to a toddler to a youngster.  In the mornings, you would sit on my lap and experiment with the keyboard to my computer.  You were very special to me then and you are very special to me now.  You’re a good man growing into a better man and I am very proud of you.

 




Wednesday, November 1, 2023

11/1/23

 Wednesday, November 1, 2023

In bed  before 10, awake at 4:52, onto the lzb till 5:09, let Lilly out at 5:15, 27°, WC is 18°, high of 39°, clear morning sky with Venus solely visiblehigh in the Eastern sky @ 85°, AQI=22, wind NW at 8 pmh, 6-12/21, 2.8" of snow in last 24h, @ twice more than forecast, some ice on the sidewalk.  Sunrise at 7:26 at 109°, sunset at 5:43 at 251°, solar noon at 12:35, altitude 32°, 10+17.   

Snowbird on suet cake, goldfinches on niger feeder, snow all over

Treadmill   20:44    0.50

LTMW at 7:30 daybreak, the feeding station looks like O'Hare Airport: chickadees, junco/snowbirds, house finches, goldfinches, mourning doves, red-bellied woodpecker, downy woodpecker, song sparrow/pine siskins, a female cardinal, one largish, fluffy English sparrow seemingly establishing permanent residence. all VERY hungry, and pretty feisty.  As usual, the English sparrows are the most aggressive.

Let's not be blind.  We cannot reliably believe much of what Israel and Hamas say about what is going on in Israel and Gaza.  If we cannot believe our own government, and we of course cannot, why should we believe other governments?  But what is clear is that since October 7th, settlers and IDF have been busy exterminating and making life miserable for Palestinians on the West Bank, or as they would say, in Judea and Samaria.  Heather Cox Richardson reports "Despite the administration's warnings, while international eyes are on Gaza, according to the United Nations, settlers in the West Bank encouraged by the policies of Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu have killed at least 115 Palestinians, injured more than 2,000 more, and forcibly displaced almost 1,000. "  All the happy talk about getting back to pursuing a "two state solution" to the 75 year old Israel-Palestinian problem as Israeli governments permitted, protected, and encouraged continued Israeli settlements throughout much of the West Bank.  The settlers are all 'true believers' and militant.  They won't move without a fight and no integral, coherent, contiguous  Palestinian state is conceivable with the settlements in place.  Israel killed the "two-state solution" long ago.

Pissing on my shoes and telling me it's raining out.  More from HCR:

While the U.S. says it does not trust the numbers of casualties asserted by Hamas, it believes from other sources that there have been “many thousands of civilian deaths in Gaza thus far in the conflict…. Way too many.” [Quaere: how many would be just right?]  Today the National Security Council’s coordinator for strategic communications, John Kirby, reminded reporters: “We aren’t on the ground fighting in this war. There’s no intent to do that…. [T]hese are Israeli military operations. They get to decide what their aims and strategy are. They get to decide what their tactics are. They get to decide how they’re going to decide to go after Hamas.

“We’re doing everything we can to support them—including providing our perspectives, including asking them hard questions about their aims and their strategy and—the kind of questions we’d ask ourselves.”

Including helping to finance the war, providing weapons, moving tremendous naval and military forces into the area to ensure that the Gaza people receive no help from their allies while we "ask hard questions" about thousands of dead non-combatants, more than half women and children.  

Kirby's statement “We aren’t on the ground fighting in this war. There’s no intent to do that…. [T]hese are Israeli military operations" reminds me of a crowd of bullies surrounding and protecting another bully who is 'on the ground' beating a child to death.  Their defense when charged as parties to the crime?  "We weren't on the ground fighting . . . in fact, we were all 'providing our perspectives' and 'asking hard questions' the whole time."


2015, Bodrum, Turkey. :Syrian child migrant, dead on a beach

2016, Aleppo, Syria.  5 year old in back of ambulance after his home was bombed

American:Anti-American::Christian:Anti-Christian.  The ascendency of sweet-looking, smooth-talking, harmless-looking, Bible-believing Mike Johnson to the position of Speaker of the House is emblematic of the ascendency of White Christian Nationalism's control of the Republican Party.  He and his fellow White Christian Nationalists, a/k/a Evangelicals. believe that the U.S. always has been and needs to be now and always a [traditional Protestant] Christian Nation.  He and they want a nationwide ban on abortions and same-sex marriage and sexual relations.  He and they are staunch supporters of the State of Israel, especially under right-wing leaders like Netanyahu.  He and they support prayer and Bible-classes in public schools.  He and they are election-deniers.  He and they are anti-democratic, favoring voting restrictions and low voter participation in elections, except for evangelical participation.  He and they believe that to be truly American is to be truly Christian.  He and they believe that God wants real Christians to determine government policies, such policies to be grounded in Christian values, as they understand them.  He and they believe that discrimination against White Americans is at least as big a problem as discrimination against Black and Brown Americans.  He and they believe that governmental discrimanation against Religion is a big problem in the U.S.  He and they take pains to say that America is "a republic" and "not a democracy," meaning that the country is not to be governed by the majority but by the politically virtuous, meaning people like them.

VA Chair Yoga.  I tried my first session today at 12:15 by video connect.  I looked and felt like an old geezer at a retirement home or nursing home which I guess is pretty appropriate.  There were 4 of us participating by video, 2 of us new to the program.  I don't know how many were there in person.  The leader led us through a good number of stretches and I had the feeling that I was benefitting from them and that I should probably continue participating.

A note from the journal one year ago:  "All Saints Day, the day as children at St. Leo's Grammar School we attended mass, a holy day of obligation, which we could never quite get into as a real 'holy day,' like Christmas and Easter  Ditto All Souls Day tomorrow.  All Souls Day made sense within the cosmology of Holy Mother Church because we prayed for 'the poor souls,' the souls suffering and languishing in Purgatory, waiting to be burned pure, punished for their sins, and eligible for entry through the Pearly Gates.  Of course, we wanted our loved ones, our ancestors, to be freed from the fires of Purgatory and prayers were presumably a ticket out, along with temporal and plenary indulgences.  So attending mass and praying for them, something pleasing to God, made a lot of sense.  But on All Saints Day, we just celebrated those who had already made it into the Celestial Kingdom, all the saints, known and unknown.  It seemed almost cruel that All Saints Day was and is a Holy Day of Obligation and All Souls Day was not.  But there you have it.  Thoughts on awakening on November 1st.  You can take the boy out of the Church, but you never take the Church out of the boy."