It is hard to see images of a war zone erupting again in our own country. Militarized police who live in the suburbs and have no connection to the communities they serve. But, as this WashPost article so disturbingly illustrates, perceptions begin to form during pre-school. Prophecies fulfilled. Pope Francis said that the biggest threat to peace in the world is young men without jobs. True here as well as Iraq and beyond. Mixed with outside provocateurs. Boom.
Hay fever is here. Sneezing. No sleeping. So, turned to a new book. We Are Liars, by E. Lockhart. Loved the cadence of her writing, poetic at times. Intriguing mystery on a private island owned by a rich dysfunctional family. Interspersed fairy tales added to the subterfuge. Didn’t like Cadence, the main character. A privileged superficial girl. Tragic consequences of misguided teens. It’s a theme.
OK. It’s Fall. Low sun. Chill nights. Last roses. Goldenrod. Ragweed. Football. Matt Weiner previewing last 7 episodes of MadMen on Morning Joe. Kids going back to school. College. Whew. Porch-friendly summer. Lots of books. So.
Civilized communication exhumed in the heartland. Bloodless coup in Iraq. Todd takes over MTP from Gregory. No Curry-esque humiliation on-air. Another Sunday surprise. Holder nominated to replace Ginsberg on the Supreme Court? Tiger gives Watson cover. Takes himself out of Ryder Cup. Euro-year anyway.
Black cherry tomatoes. Neighbor’s novel garden treat.
Back to Iraq. We need villains to justify military action. ISIS is a worthy genocidal nemesis. Why can’t we mount an attack to obliterate them? Years of failed wars and occupations. Fear-mongering as pretense after 9/11 has depleted spirit and treasure paralyzing the Pentagon for decades to come.
Happy rewind. We were eating at E’Angelo in San Francisco when mAdBen was a few months old. Robin Williams walked in with a baby girl in his snuggly. She was wearing the same hat as Ben’s. Unique from a Jackson Street boutique. Dr.Husband nodded to baby girl and said, “nice hat”. Robin replied, “nice hat”, nodding at Ben. They traded baby names. Hers Zelda. Ben and Zelda met again as toddlers listening to stories around the blue rug at San Fran’s JCC pre-school. Dad Robin often joined in and animatedly read to them.
Rory took the reins and galloped to the finish line in the dark at Valhalla to win the PGA. If he could have played through, he would have. Then, after he trampled the field, he thanked them for their sportsmanship. Cunning, tough, smart. Have to admire Mickelson’s class. He could have complained about being rushed. He was. But, note to golfers. Play faster! Works for Rory.
During rain delays at the PGA, read a disturbing psychological novel. Hell hath no fury like a daughter scorned. Hell too cool for Harriet Lane’s horrible Nina in Her. Personification of veiled hatred and evil. If only Joan Crawford were around to play the lead. She is the only one who could. Chilling read.
Great Ray Donovan tonight. Sweet tableau of familial bliss. Ha!
The Hall of the Fallen?! The old guard together again. Tiger. Phil. Padraig. PGA. Last major. Tiger has had a miraculous recovery. Or did he just ditch last Sunday with an Oscar-winning performance after some amateurish shots. Can Phippy reprise his 62? Harrington hasn’t hoisted a cup in a while either. I’m betting on Stevie’s gorgeous long-putter. Adam. Rory may be too amped from recent wins. The real milagro will be Woods finishing out of the woods.
mAdBen heading off to the Cape. Joey3 shooting craps. GemQueen lazing on a lounge. Lucky ducks. Me, I’ve been testing a new concoction. Vicious-Ssoise. Spicy cold potato soup. RecipeDetours. Bon weekend.
Post-weekend musings. Hooray for son of public school teachers challenging the unions. David Boies is joining Campbell Brown in taking education to task. Pay for performance. Treat teachers as professionals. Tank tenure. My mantra since I left the “profession” back in the 70’s. Yay.
Have to admit watching football Hall of Fame enshrinement ceremony. At least the last hour. Strahan my favorite over-hyped man. Rory roared again as the old Tiger limped off the tee. Mickelson shot a 62. Cool. Sad. Mad. Speaking of which, Ray Donovan is going off the rails as Mickey loses face with his own kids. Bunchy is the sole hero this week. Abby gets her house. Who AHHH you, Ray?