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Ah, another movie

Well, Der Bingle walked in tonight in his trench coat and black fedora and Summer and Cameron were at his side from the get-go – still are in fact. At one point, after he’d changed clothes and when they were sitting in the den, he said, “AJ, they have found my stash of movies. But I told them they are not worthy of Split Second and my Kolchak collection.” Cameron was headed up to his room with an armful of movies and Summer has him watching one with her now.

And guess what happened to me? I got sucked into another movie with stirring quotes. Well, some of it is remembered stirring from when I watched such movies as a teenager on The Late Show” before the Star Spangled Banner played and the station signed off.

I saw “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” was on and I thought, no, no, you don’t need to watch this again. But in my heart I ached to hear the Kalterborn report on “Boy Ranger legs” – this quote:

…It is the most unusual and spectacular thing in the Senate annals. One lone and simple American holding the greatest floor in the land. What he lacked in experience, he’s made up in fight. But those tired Boy Ranger legs are buckling, bleary-eyed, voice gone, he can’t go on much longer. And all official Washington is here to be in on the kill.

And so I watched and those other quotes washed over me:


Just get up off the ground, that’s all I ask. Get up there with that lady that’s up on top of this Capitol dome, that lady that stands for liberty. Take a look at this country through her eyes if you really want to see something. And you won’t just see scenery; you’ll see the whole parade of what Man’s carved out for himself, after centuries of fighting. Fighting for something better than just jungle law, fighting so’s he can stand on his own two feet, free and decent, like he was created, no matter what his race, color, or creed. That’s what you’d see. There’s no place out there for graft, or greed, or lies, or compromise with human liberties. And, uh, if that’s what the grownups have done with this world that was given to them, then we’d better get those boys’ camps started fast and see what the kids can do. And it’s not too late, because this country is bigger than the Taylors, or you, or me, or anything else. Great principles don’t get lost once they come to light. They’re right here; you just have to see them again!

I guess this is just another lost cause, Mr. Paine. All you people don’t know about lost causes. Mr. Paine does. He said once they were the only causes worth fighting for. And he fought for them once, for the only reason any man ever fights for them; because of just one plain simple rule: ‘Love thy neighbor.’… And you know that you fight for the lost causes harder than for any other. Yes, you even die for them.

You think I’m licked. You all think I’m licked. Well, I’m not licked. And I’m going to stay right here and fight for this lost cause. Even if the room gets filled with lies like these, and the Taylors and all their armies come marching into this place.

No school

When I drove Alison to work this morning, it was very foggy and I think East Noble had already called a 2-Hour D. I worked a little and lay back down just because I wanted to do. Some time later I heard the cry of 3-Hour D and then a strangled scream of glee. Out she runs – Summer – and says, “I thought I saw East Noble was closed, but I’m not sure; I’ll watch for it to go around again. Okay, Grandma, if you hear a scream you’ll know it’s closed and if you hear a “Nooooooooooo!” you’ll know it’s not.” I heard a scream and I cried out, “Nooooooooooo!”
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I have cleaned the kitchen and lit an evergreen candle in a jar and also the hurricane lamp. I like the glow that seems to say we’re home, we’re here . . . you can feel safe. The lamp oil isn’t so expensive that I can’t let that message reach out.

Well, shoot . . .

I can’t say for certain, but I think when all is said and done, I’m a person who would really like money and power. I mean really, really like – as if in make a choice between good and not-so-good. If I could keep the good intentions at the fore, I guess maybe it wouldn’t be a tragedy for me to have power and money. And if the good intentions outbalanced the bad, that wouldn’t be so bad. Like, say, I bought a wonderful house and provided a great income for people . . . and they sort of got out of my hair. Is that so bad? And I could live on the ocean front, with a lovely glassed in study looking out to sea. And I could provide a lot for others and buy plane tickets whenever I wanted to go see them – or have a private jet, or, gasp, a second home near them.

So that’s about the gist of me. Then a couple of days ago I was up in the sitting room straightening up a little since I have started allowing my granddaughter to go up there and share the space. I stick things I like on walls and shelves and have even hung them from the ceiling. I’m standing there pulling the sofa throw back into position and I raise my head to the wall space above the scanner. There I have printed out and mounted  – with a tack – these lines from Secondhand Lions, a movie I saw with Cameron some five plus years ago. He’s 16 now; I imagine he was 10 or 11 then, depending on when he birthday was in relation to when we saw the movie in the theater.

Oh, these lines. I meant to cite them right away, but I got carried away with one of my sentences. Finally . . .  these lines:

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love… true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

Actually, Cameron and I saw that movie and then the next night Cameron took his dad with him to see it again. We have two or three copies. We watched it often. And I actually printed out the quote and posted it some years later. Really? Why? I remember at the time stressing to Cameron that no matter how nice the words sounded, no matter how noble and inspirational, maybe you should keep a healthy respect for what seems to work out to be important in daily life. Things like affording medicine for your family, and food, and a place to live and lots of other things. Things like affording the best doctors if loved ones get really, scary ill. Things like the kindest, most competent nurses, round-the-clock care, the most successful doctors, the costliest treatments.

Yet, there those words are on my wall. And I’m thinking of my granddaughter sitting there and reading them and thinking, “Grandma believes this?” Perhaps it is the bit about the “should” part of being true that keeps them up on that wall. I don’t know. Perhaps I should pull them off and crumple them in a ball and send them toward the trash can.

It is easy for people with power and lots of money – heck, with just the power that lots of money brings – to hold the ideas of good and courage and honor high.

So what do we have? A grandma and a grandson watching a movie together and getting emotional about two old men and a lion and a speech. Is that enough? Oh, probably not. I guess it is something, though. And maybe it’s okay to hold things that “should be” in front of you where you can see them . . . as long as you know – like that old man speaking – you can’t let them blind you to reality.

Well, shoot . . . I don’t know. But the paper is still there, with the words still on it. She’ll have to make her own peace with it.

A head thunker – The Argyle Sweater

I read The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn and so far my favorite is the very balding bear looking at toupees, i.e. bear rugs. Want to see it? CLICK for the UCLICK connection.

Today, though, was another one that just caused my head to flop forward – fortunately there was no wall right there, so, in truth, it was not really a head thunker . .  . but it could have been. You can see it HERE.

I don’t know – maybe some people think hitting your forehead with the heel of you hand is head thunking. Maybe it is; I do that when I have been really slow on the uptake and all of a sudden I “get it”.  Maybe the head flopping thing doesn’t have a name. I do it when something clever catches me unawares and I immediately think, “I am not worthy.”

But now I have myself thinking about the period inside or outside the quotation marks depending on the usage. Ah, the rules of English . . . deep down in my heart I love them. Still, I break them. Well, you always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn’t hurt at all . . . and that’s all the lyrics of that song I remember. Oh, wait. I remember the ending: So if I broke your heart last night, it’s because I love you best of all. Whoa, the guy who penned  that philosophy needs to be hit in the face with a fish. Talk about sleazing your way out of something.

Grover (the Muppet) abuse

First, before we delve into the dastardly business being conducted by Summer here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. let us see some smiling faces from two of the  guys who brought great happiness to us – first in their song and dance routine during dinner . . . and then during, well, a little after dinner interaction between the entire troupe and the audience.

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Now, the dark side:

Summer seems to have a vendetta regarding dear, sweet, lovable old Grover, who is, of course, forever four. First she gave him a special cape mocking his super Groverhood and then she bucked his teeth.

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So, Grover wrote a note to Summer – remember he is only four and a little shaky on his spelling – and left it on the refrigerator.

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If the coppers arrest Summer, we are fairly certain we are not going to bail her out of the slammer – unless she decides to apologize to Grover and agrees to be his personal assistant (indentured servant).

We like our quilts and afghans

Oh, it is not that cold of a day for winter here, but sometimes you feel it more than others. Today the sky is a washed out grey and snow is spitting from time to time and the wind is up a bit. So I got in into my head to build a rip-roaring fire.

Short video of fire

Sydney sought out a couple of afghans and nudged them onto the floor and lay down on them. Still, I don’t think he felt his spirits lift very much:

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As for the rest of us, here are a couple folks like to pick up and toss over their shoulders:

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Nikki Weinberg – United Airlines

I found an email in my box about Nikki – she has Ewing’s Sarcoma and I’ve been following her CarePage for over a year. Make a Wish has arranged for her to go to Hawaii, but can only provide a coach seat. Her dad is willing to do anything to get her an upgrade to first class where she would be much more comfortable. So far he has not heard back from United Airlines.

He is asking for a little help to get the friendly sky people to respond and a little help from anyone who can make it easier for Nikki.

Nikki’s CarePage has information and the story of her two-year rugged journey.

UPDATE: United Airlines has provided Nikki and her mother with first class tickets. Her father announced it on the CarePage.

aspects of our morning

Once upon a time in the land of California, dre Bingle and Quentin got piece of furniture, which for some reason, we call “the cube” instead of “the cubes”. It moved to Geogia and it came here and now it is going to Fairborn . . . in a car. That means dissembly.

Well, this much is left:

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And here is Der Bingle realizing he needs metric allen wrenches to finish the job.

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Now, while he is going to get some, his helper, Cameron has formed the subject of a photo I shall call

DECADENCE ON A BEAN BAG.

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Oh, yeah . . .  Here’s a handycam film from the tour in San Diego Bay. I, the am amazingly selfless grandma, stood in a strong wind for a tour I have been on repeatedly and filmed Navy ships just for Cameron.  I came across it while looking for allen wrenches and stuck it in the DVD player; the picture quality is quite good.

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Once when Quentin came home for a day, we stuck one of these little DVD’s in my computer, not realizing this was NOT meant to be done. Grandma Sarah was downstairs and we had to be very careful we didn’t make any noise while we walked around trying to shake the disc out.