I had been in my garden all morning and was covered with sweat and garden dirt and, as I just got rained on, mud. I had just returned home and, as I do, I stripped off all my dirt encrusted clothes behind my house where no one can see unless they're spying on me. And, let me be totally honest, who would? As I went in the back door, who was looking in my front door window but the stinking awful Republican representative for my district (he's from the next town over and didn't know who I am).
Seeing the shocked look on his face at seeing me stark naked, I said, "Oh, I imagine you've seen worse, I know I am."
I imagine the story will be all over town by the weekend so I figure why not tell on myself. I never did find out what he wanted.
Now I see what the "Preview" button does to comments here (They vanish away, never to be heard from again.) Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI'm finding much of this interesting... will just need to edit my comments offline first, then paste. I'm wondering whether we should get in touch -- or if it "Ain't no use in talking to me; it's just like talking to you." [I don't especially care if you post this one; please do take a look at APoeticTheology.blogspot & let me know what you think.]
I moderate comments for the reasons I state in a post above.
DeleteI'll talk to most anyone who follows my rules about not attacking third parties. Though I claim the right to exclude any comment for my own reasons.
I am looking your blog over.
I like your blog, the poem you posted on April 30 was appropriate for news I got on Sunday about one of my family members, a bad diagnosis. The curse of living to be old is everyone starts dying around you, reminding you that you aren't an exception. Especially it not being the right time in his case. He's got young children who aren't ready to lose him.
DeleteI'm liking yours as well, despite getting lost in the sheer quantity of reverse-order posts. I'd written about the time our Evil Mayor showed up in the used bookstore we used to have, saw our granddaughter in a carrier on the counter, remarked "Hey, that's a baby; I guess I'm supposed to kiss it," and made a peck in her general direction. The baby survived, is now a pretty okay adult, phew!
ReplyDeleteSo I guess having that disappear was no big deal...
Contacts with the local political class, well, it was a great relief to give that up! We'd been sucked into an activist campaign towards humane treatment of our homeless population, with no idea of how intractable were the forces making for gentrification, low-income-unhousing, and the homed population's prejudices against anything that might contaminate their neighborhood with poor people. Got to know too many politicians, lawyers, and cops, too well.
So now I'm an Inactivist. Nothing against "activists"; it's just that I don't expect to bring us into The Kingdom by leaping for the toy steering wheel of "power". So far as God motivates their efforts, all I can do is pray they have more success than my friends.
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This is not a medium that lends itself to intelligent, mutually-enlightening dialogue. I've seen it happen sometimes; I'd like to see and join in more of it.
Closed groups get too sterile; open groups fall prey to "If you keep an open mind, people drops things in." [not the best things.] Organizations get too organized & go brain-dead trying to preserve themselves, ala William Stringfellow's 'Powers and Principalities'. But we're not doing a zero-sum activity here. What conditions might make for symbiosis in this? [If you want to discuss privately, I'm treegestalt over on gmail.]