Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Almost 10 years ago, I was sick enough to be hosptalized several times. Before the hospitalizations and after I ultimately had surgery, there were many afternoons when I didn't feel well so I just slept. One of those times, I awakened to find our cat, Pepper, settled next to me, purring away contentedly. This was not normal. He tolerated his people better than many cats, but it wasn't his habit to sleep on our bed or to even be on the bed in general. When it happened a few days later, again when I did not feel well, I realized that somehow he knew and wanted to offer his comfort. Pepper died today. We've had him for 14 years, having acquired him from some students who found him in the parking lot of a restaurant and randomly asked me if I wanted him. He was propably about 7 or 8 months old at the time. And he was cool, in that cool cat way. I thought that I would die laughing when he attempted to jump from the cedar chest to the window sill and he missed. He looked around to see if anyone caught this mishap, then coolly walked away with an attitude of, "I meant to do that!" Pepper wasn't as adventurous as Kiko, who escaped to the great outdoors at every opportunity, but occasionally, Pepper would make a foray into the backyard. Once he spent several days outside. We searched frantically, but could not find him. Several days later, he let us know he was ready to come back in; he was outside our bedroom window, meowing to let him in. He'd probably been in the backyard the whole time. Pepper was probably the most considerate cat. He would wait patiently by the bed until someone clearly stirred to let us know that his food dish needed to be refilled. We will miss Pepper. Rest in peace.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Courage

One who does not have courage cannot rightly call himself a leader. Unfortunately, that is often the case with today's political "leaders." Too often, they check the direction of the wind,consider the impact on their next campaign, and speak carefully such that plausible deniability, that is the ability to deny ever having taken a certain position, is preserved. So, President Obama might be forgiven if he avoided the contentious issue of same-sex marriage. The upcoming election will likely be close. President Obama won four years ago because of a coaliton of differnt groups turned out to support President Obama, including independents. The Independent vote are always the trophy that every presidential candidate covets, particularly in a close election. Today, President Obama showed courage in a way that I would never have expected. I'm not surprised that he does not object to same-sex marriage. I am surpised that he was willingto state his position unequivocally in an election year, where there are plenty of reasons--some legitimate, many not--to vote for the Republican nominee. President Obama might have waited until after the election. He could have deflected attention to other issues. He could have highlighted what he has done for gay rights, including ending Don't Ask/Don't Tell for the military. President Obama didn't play it safe. That says a lot about him as a man. His courage was was evident when he gave the kill order to take out Osama bin Laden. His courage was evident when he stood strong to get the Affordable Care Act passed. And President Obama has done it again. Without doubt, it is not all down-side risk for the President. He will strenghten his support among certain constituents. And, according to the news this evening, his campaign raised $1 million today. Moreover, some might say that there was little risk to begin with, given that the mose ardent opponents of gay rights aren't going to vote for Obama anyway. Regardless of my own position on same-sex marriage, I have nothing but respect for the President for coming out strong on a issue that could cost him his job.

Friday, April 27, 2012

It's Cotton Palace Time

I had no plan to post about the Waco Cotton Palace again. Been there, done that and that. I really had not planned to make this an annual thing. . . until I received an email today containing this link. So, here I go again.

It is true: once again, there are no Hispanic or African-American princesses, duchesses or escorts. I suppose that, as has been the case in the past, the Baylor Theater Department will be very involved in the production of the play on Waco History. And, there will be the presentation of the debs, in their hoop skirts, with an informal rating by the snarkier members of the audience of the grace of the debs' curtsies. Finally, as is typical, I know the parents of at least two of the debs, and I genuinely like and respect both sets of parents. Indeed, I had a long discussion with one parent about their daughter's Cotton Palace participation and I can say that this parental unit was rather embarassed and apologetic about the whole thing, but I digress.

Rather than rant about all that is wrong with Cotton Palace, I present a modest proposal. As I understand it, Cotton Palace is dependent on support from Baylor University. What if Baylor continued its support, conditioned on changing the focus of Cotton Palace. How about a new and improved Cotton Palace that still gives a nod to Waco history (accurately portrayed), but one that also focuses on all that is good about the present Waco as well as the potential that Waco has for the future. And now that I'm on a roll, perhaps the debs could be selected from around McLennan County based on academic success, community service, and other merit-based qualities, which would surely add some . . . ahem "color" to the event. And then, maybe, Cotton Palace could become a true celebration of Waco.

I'm a realist; I know that certain old families aren't likely to go gently into that multi-cultural inclusiveness. Moroever, I'm not sure that Baylor has the intestinal fortitude to take a stand on this against some very generous benefactors and powerful Baylor supporters. But it seems to me that if the Dowager Countess in Downton Abbey can change with the times, allowing a mere commoner to win the rose contest, maybe Baylor, as it aspires to raise its profile, could aspire to lend its support to something more fitting of a Tier 1 school.

Just sayin'.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

I listen to oldies radio all the time, but every now and then, a song will thrust me into nostalgia. Today, it was "Put Your Hands Together" by the O'Jays. The year was 1974, and it was on the Top 40 charts in March of that year. At 13 years old, my adolescent life seems trivial now, but it was everything to me at that time, including,

Shepherd of the City Lutheran Church
confirmation
Pam Douglas
City Band
Brownie

I was happy--very happy. My mother was alive and I naively believed that you could live forever if you just willed yourself to do so. Spring was breaking, the time for track and he President's Physical Fitness Test in PE, and we were all nervously anticipating 8th grade graduation and the start of high school the next fall.

I might not have been as happy as I remember, but I'm sure I didn't fully appreciate the happiness I had. That's the risk of nostalgia--not an exactly earth-shattering pronoucement, right? And as happy as I recall being, I could have not imagined the joy and fulfillment of marriage, family, my career, and my life in general.

So, I did get misty for a moment, listening to the harmonies of the O'Jays. But hopefully, I will remember to enjoy the present and be optimistic about the future.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

My Haiku: A Morning Jog

Running through the clouds
Amazingly cool and crisp
At the break of day.

Perhaps not the best, but I composed this while jogging in the fog this morning. Who says running can't be productive!