Monday, December 14, 2009

searching for the star

The dogs are asleep on the couch and loveseat...that keeps 'em out of my bed until I turn in for the night. Faith is too old to care very much and Sam is injured so they're not in a real mood to mole hunt unless the weather is mild. Today wasn't jacket necessary nor umbrella. Not that I have those things close at hand when I need them. I never was prepared, even as a girl scout.

It is Christmas season one of the next family chapter...the one where we make amends and agree to stick together 'til death do us part. We all know the history and the coulda shoulda wouldas but that is the past and this is Christmas present. One of my favorite holiday songs is by Adam Sandler about Hannukah and I heard it today on Rock 92.3 while hanging out in the trusty Camry. In the parking lot of the sawmill. Where they love me because I'm such a hard worker and need the insurance. Doesn't that just warm your heart? It certainly does a number on mine. "And smoke your marijuanica". *snort* You go boy.

I haven't seen the news in a week or so which is not a bad thing. I know it's probably snowing like hell somewhere in the US and cold mostly everywhere except Florida, of course. Before I die I'd LOVE to do the Destin in winter thing. Bucket list: added. I think I'd probably enjoy a relaxed conversation with Clyde Edgerton about grandmas and graveyards and his tune "Walking Across Egypt." There's enough Paula Deen on TV to keep me hooked up until the next trip to Tunica. Too much grease just does a number on my middle aged gut, ya know?

Back when I was a kid, I always figured that there would come a time when I just knew when the right time was to make a move or a decision. My parents pretty much let me do my own thinking even though they didn't agree with a lot of it....especially the Vietnam part. Mama took me and several of my idiot hippie friends to see concerts at the Mid South Coliseum when we were pre-teens. Later, I went with others like my college boyfriend John. Linda Ronstandt. Elton John. James Taylor. Allman Brothers. As a semi-grownup with a husband and kid, we went to Mud Island time and time again just to enjoy the music. Most of those venues are gone now, or at least booking people like Brittney Spears or some silly shit. You can bet your ass that's Dubya's fault too.

Not that Obama is all that, by any means. They're a nice family and he has brought some very serious subject matter to the table. My dear and quite hyperactive friend Joe brought to my attention during last year's election that our country seemed to be mesmerized all Hitler like with the vision of something different. Heh. Go figure that one. Healthcare "reform" is a matter of fact the whole damn thing is just broke and if somebody can offer me a plan that fixes it with total respect for human dignity, I'm all for it...sign me up and pick me up to go vote. Historically, in this neck of the woods, Democrats will do that and buy you some whiskey too.

Anyway, back to the star. Sometimes I wonder about the faith of all those folks who wandered around in the night looking to believe in a miracle baby, born out of wedlock PLUS by immaculate conception in some guy's barn on the way to pay taxes to, you guessed it! The government. Same song next verse. As Daddy would say "It has always been thus and so."

I reckon it has Daddy. I reckon it has.