Paul Newman was one of those men who make it easy to celebrate their life more than mourn their death. He had beauty, talent, an understanding that the true meaning of life lies in giving back. What a cool guy, all around.
Of course I watched the debates and of course I'm amused by the frantic attempts of the spintelligentsia to claim success for either side. It's so impossible to not have an opinion, that the media has a tough job of pretending to be objective. In my opinion, its an objective fact that McCain and his cronies are bankrupt ideologues who should be vying for control of a small banana republic, but I recognize that unless you're Keith Olbermann, you must pretend he's qualified to be leader of the Free World. I found myself squirming as I watched, willing with every fiber of my being for Barack to interrupt with "That's bullshit, Senator" or "What a load of crap, John." I guess that's why the Obama campaign is not calling me for advice. They wanted him to look and sound Presidential, and on that count, the reaction of my swing state sister leads me to believe it was a successful venture.
I've had some queries about goings on in my personal life. 1) We were outbid on the house, which I expected. I don't think the housing market has hit bottom, and I think there's a better bargain awaiting. Of course, no one knows anything as far as what's next in the credit market. I just find it funny that the same people have the same stuff on Tuesday as they had on Monday, and yet suddenly $700 billion needs to change hands. There's a lot of perception going on here. 2) The arrangements are gelling for moving my mother out west. She needs a lot of handholding, and so do my sisters and I. It's a big project, but we are all clear it constitutes her best chance for some happy remaining years.
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MCO 2008
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