Conversations... with Dad

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Did Some Bodies Just Walk Off with All Our Stuff? or

Do "they" think We're Stupid??

When I started this blog it was because one of the things that I missed most about my Dad was our conversations. One of the warmest memories that I have was of him sitting on the front porch talking to me while I painted around him. It was the summer before he decided to move on and he was commenting on how he wished he could pick up a brush and help.

I remember how he would read something from the paper and voice his sheer anger about the state of whatever. It would end with a "It's a damn shame!" or "They must think we're stupid." I miss that.

I'll be 60 in about 2 weeks. I remember my youth. 60 year olds were the youth of the 60s. Bummers. Outraged at the outrageous. Poets poet ed... Writers wrote... Actors acted out, Painters through paint up on the walls and there was truly civil disobedience. And the world began to shift... A little.

Well, I can only speak for myself, but I took a rest. A long rest. I think I must have thought I was Rip Van Winkle. Anyway, by the time I REALLY woke up things were shifting back. Way back. And right now, I gotta say I'm feeling like it's gonna take more then I got to turn this around.

We have put Barack in the White House and he has gotta feel like the little boy with his finger in the dyke holding back the flood. This is some real serious STUFF. And me... I'm OUTRAGED! I'm OUTRAGED because what's going on right now, in this country is nothing short of OUTRAGEOUS. And as my father would say "It's a damn shame".! "DO THEY THINK WE'RE STUPID!!"

And outrageous times call for outrageous response. Some Bodies have literally walked off with all our stuff and the people didn't respond. Are you kidding me? Some Bodies literally stuck up our kids for there lunch money and only the comedians are speaking the truth about it. Are you kidding me? Some Bodies put their hands in our collective back pockets, while we were watching and literally took out money for our children's doctor's visits, school books and tore up our their library cards and nobody did anything that amounted to ANYTHING!!! Am I living in a dream? More like a Nightmare!!! I know that I gotta get up now and go to the pool. I have got to get my strength back because these are truly some outrageous times we are living in. And I know that this is going to require some outrageous response.

PS I really am going to the gym. Now, right now!! Excuse typos, et al. Will update later.

1 comment:

Gina said...: I passed your comments at Lara's tutorials and came by to see your blog. I whole heartedly agree, that someone has stolen not only our kids lunch money, but the rent, too! I read about what is happening in America and wonder if lots of it is not just sour Republicans trying to wait out the Administrations failure and say, SEE, told you so!!!; March 30, 2009 at 10:16 AM

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My father died in 2003, 6 months after my mother. After his death, one of the things I missed most was our conversations. So I started this blog. We would sit at the kitchen table or on the front porch and have these long, philosophical conversations about the state of everything. Then we would solve all of the world's problems over a cigarette and a cup of coffee. One of the warmest memories I have was of him sitting on the front porch talking to me while I painted around him. It was the beginning of summer and he was commenting on how he wished he could pick up a brush and help. He often would read something from the paper and then voice his righteous indignation. It would end with a "It's a damn shame!" or "They must think we're stupid." I miss that. I miss the bond we shared around joint perspectives. And I miss the knowledge that could only come from one seasoned with so many life experiences, especially now that I have come to the point in my life that I know the real important questions to ask. I am 60 years old, and came of age during the '60s. I'm a proud boomer. I remember when poets poeted

Writers wrote... Actors acted out, Painters created art from everything and anything that remained still long enough to be painted

and there was truly civil disobedience at the very thought of someone taking away any of our freedoms.

And the world began to shift... A little. Well, I took a rest. And it must have been a long rest. I feel like Rip Van Winkle. Anyway, by the time I REALLY woke up things were shifting back. Way back. And right now, I gotta say I'm feeling like it's gonna take more thin I got to turn this around. And my dad's not here to share my anger, to talk about our outrage, and to answer my questions. So here is where I can have the conversations I would have with him if he were still here and we could share a cigarette and a cup of coffee on his front porch.