Go Ask Alice…She Says Happy Halloween

October 31, 2008 at 5:40 pm | Posted in Catholic School, Halloween | 10 Comments

Early trick-or-treating at my aunt and uncle's house.

Last year, Clare put princess dresses behind her and was a pirate for Halloween. This year, she wanted to go back to the Disney store for a costume. But she didn’t pick a princess. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty are been-there-done-that costumes for Clare, so she picked Alice because they both have yellow hair. Even better? Clare’s school shoes work with the costume so we didn’t have to buy any.

Speaking of school, this was the second cotume Clare wore today. The first was for school this morning. But here’s the catch—they don’t wear costumes because today is Halloween, they wear costumes because tomorrow is All Saints Day. Clare was her namesake—St. Clare—and wore a brown cloak over her shoulders. Because Clare (the orginal Clare that is) miraculously saw and heard the mass on the wall of her room when she was too ill to leave bed, she was named the patron saint of television in 1958. I was tempted to send Clare (our Clare that is) in her pajamas with a remote and call it a costume.

Happy Halloween, everyone.  Have a great weekend. 

Wordless Wednesday: Haunting

October 29, 2008 at 6:43 pm | Posted in Halloween, Wordless | Leave a Comment

A graveyard seemed like an appropriate post for Halloween week.  Clare’s Mom may have people in this eighteenth and nineteenth-century cemetery.  Maybe if Clare is interested someday we’ll go searching for them.  Even in the middle of the day though, it’s a little creepy there in a Sleepy Hollow or “Quoth the raven” sort of way. In the autumn, the dying grass and bare trees don’t help.

One Week

October 28, 2008 at 10:09 am | Posted in Politics | 7 Comments

I am not now, nor have I ever been, a political blogger.  I’m not a guy who usually discusses controversial subjects.  I have my beliefes and opinions; you have yours.  So be it.  I was also taught that if I have nothing good to say, I should say nothing at all.  I stay quiet a lot.

All that said, this is a blog about Clare, about me, about Clare’s Mom, and about the world Clare’s growing up in.  I’m sure that a pretty important presidential election falls in there somewhere.

In one week, we’ll finally reach the election day that seems to have been building for nearly a decade.  I’m not sure I’m convinced that this is the most important election of our lives, because I think that every election is important.  Whether Obama or McCain is elected, I believe that certain things will change and others won’t.  The economy will eventually recover.  One war may end, others will continue.  Some closed-minded people in both parties will still to be divided.  This election, I think that very many people on both sides don’t realize how absolutely obnoxius they’ve been.  I’ve sometimes wanted to vote against their candidate just out of spite.

Until very recently, I seriously considered exercising my right not to vote in this presidential election.  Even today, neither leading candidate excites me or has my full support.  I respect them both.  I think they both could be excellent leaders and are good men.  McCain, however, is not behaving like the man he appeared to be before this election and he’s made some very bad decisions—including his choice of running mate who is not now, and may never be, ready for national office.  (I am encouraged, however, that the candidacy in this election and primary process of Sarah Palin and of Hillary Clinton—despite my opinions of them both—do mean that we may see more women run for president in coming elections.)  As for Obama, I have far too many reservations and fears about his experience, his politics, and his policies to be able to whole-heartedly endorse him.

I consider Connecticut to be a middle-of-the-road state.  We’re a “blue” state, but we’ve got a Republican governor.  The county I live in even voted for George Bush in 2004.  Our Supreme Court, however, recently ruled that same-sex couples have a constitutional right to marry, proudly making Connecticut only the third state in the country to legalize gay marriage.  That law actually goes into effect today.  I think that many of us in Connecticut are what may have once been called Rockefeller Republicans—fiscally conservative, but socially liberal.

Two days ago, the Hartford Courant—the state’s largest newspaper—endorsed a Democrat for president for only the second time in its 244-year history.  In many ways, I agree with the spirit of that endorsement.  Our economy is critcal, war and social issues divide us, but there is clearly another concern that stands out above all others.  Earlier this year, Michelle Obama said in a speech that “For the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country.”  Yes, she should have chosen better words, but I think most of us know what she was trying to say.  For nearly twenty years, the United States has been losing the world’s respect.  Even in 2001, we had the world’s sympathy, but I don’t think we had their respect.  As a nation, we’re stubborn, self-involved bullies who don’t seem to know or even care what’s happening in the world that affects us or that we’re affecting.

I don’t believe that Barack Obama will be the person to restore the United States to greatness.  It’s going to take a lot of time and far more than one man to do that.  I do believe, however, that the majority of the world sees Barack Obama as the better candidate and that electing him will show the world that we’re concerned about our image, that we’re prepared to make difficult changes, and that we’re ready to move forward.  I also believe that electing a black man president will be a proud moment for all of us despite our color, political party, or background.

I still have many concerns about Barack Obama.  I’m even more concerned about the Democrats contolling both Congress and the White House.  But, as my blogmigo Mitch McDad put it so well, “They better get shit done because it’s ON YOU if they don’t.”

So, that’s my half-hearted political endorsement and, more importantly, my record for Clare of how I intend to vote in this election and why.  My prayers and best wishes go to all of the candidates, to all of the winners, and to all of us.

Wordless Weekend: Frost

October 25, 2008 at 12:38 pm | Posted in Wordless | 6 Comments

It’s the Little Things

October 24, 2008 at 11:14 am | Posted in Blogging, Movies | 7 Comments

Sometimes I wonder if this blog is boring you all to death.  I don’t go into what we’re making for dinner or where we go each day, but there’s not really a lot of entertainment or excitement here either.  Then something happens that makes me remember that I don’t care.  Because it’s the little things—the things we take for granted each day—that will someday make great memories and stories.

Yesterday, I went out to lunch with my aunt and uncle and a cousin.  My aunt is eighty-six years old and my mother’s sister.  After lunch, we were talking about Clare, her ballet lessons, and The Nutcracker.  My cousin asked whether the ballet was going to travel to the Palace Theater in a city about about twenty miles from us.  It’s going to be performed in our hometown and in Hartford this year, but not at this theater.

My cousin said that she had never been to this Palace Theater—which has been recently restored but had originally been a movie theater—and asked my aunt if she had.

“Years ago,” she said.  “Before we were married.  We saw that movie about the South.”

And then I realized that my aunt had seen Gone with the Wind in its original run in a 2500 seat movie palace in 1939.  That’s pretty cool—even though all she had told me was that she’d gone to the movies.

So, what are you doing this weekend?  We may take Clare to see High School Musical 3.  I know it doesn’t sound cool or exciting right now.  And it’ll never be a Gone with the Wind.  But if Clare’s kids or grandkids read this blog in about seventy years, it might just be fascinating.

Wordless Wednesday: Crabapples

October 22, 2008 at 6:21 pm | Posted in Autumn, Wordless | 5 Comments

These aren’t good for eating—the birds didn’t even want them this year.  They are good however for whacking into the woods with an old tennis racket.

Any other ideas for getting rid of crabapples?

I Used to Wonder That Myself

October 21, 2008 at 3:43 pm | Posted in Quotes by Clare, Television | 7 Comments

On a rare occassion I get Clare to turn off cartoons and watch something I want to see.  If I’m lucky she’ll even sit through Jeopardy with me before bedtime.  I tell her that watching it will make her smarter.

A few days ago, on one of these rare occassions, we were watching Jeopardy and Clare’s Mom and I were doing pretty well with the answers.  And after each answer, Clare said, “That’s what I was going to say.”

After Jeopardy, a short promotional spot for the 11 o’clock news came on with some story such as “armed robbery suspect caught…tonight at 11.”

When we turned the TV off, I asked Clare if she had learned anything.

“Yeah,” she said, “but how do they know what’s gonna happen tonight at eleven?”

Wordless Weekend: Christmas Catalogs

October 18, 2008 at 10:23 am | Posted in Christmas, Wordless | 4 Comments

I haven’t posted a picture every day since summer vacation ended, but I’ve still been taking pictures.  I won’t commit to posting a photo every day again, but I am adding Wordless Weekend.  Sometimes there may be one photo on a weekend, sometimes there may be two, sometimes there may be more…or none.  It’ll depend on what I feel like doing and whether I have decent photos to post.

I’m also changing the rules of wordless posting.  I might include a short post or comment with a photo.  If there were meant to be no words it should be called wordfree.  Wordless suggests that there are less words than usual (which should actually be fewer words than usual…I’m a stickler for grammar like that).

So, this photo shows the stack of Christmas catalogs that came in the mail yesterday afternoon.  I’ve really got to get off some of these mailing lists.

Curse of the Bambino

October 17, 2008 at 1:30 pm | Posted in Baseball, College, History | 8 Comments

 

Whether the Red Sox can pull off winning the ALCS this weekend doesn’t really matter to me.  I’ve got other baseball issues on my mind.

When I was in high school, my Dad—who taught history at a different high school—was the school administrator for a program that brought kids to Washington, DC each year to learn about government.  One year, a friend and I tagged along and spent a few days checking out some of the museums and monuments in the capital.  At the National Portrait Gallery, I bought a poster that copied a photograph of Babe Ruth taken by baseball photographer Charles Conlon.

Back at home, I stuck the poster up with tacks on my bedroom wall.  When I left for college, I took Babe Ruth with me.  My roommate was a Red Sox fan from Boston, but he let me put it up.  In turn, I let him listen to Night Ranger and Falco which were the only two albums he brought to college.  Because we both obviously exuded class, we decided that all of our posters should be in frames.  I bought a cheap frame in downtown Worcester, Massachusettes and the Babe took his place on the wall of our ninety year-old dorm room which probably hadn’t seen a new coat of paint or a new mattress since the 1960s.

The rooms changed, but I stayed with the same roommate for all four years of college.  The Babe stayed with us too.  Babe was there sophomore year when Hot Dog: The Movie ran continuously on the VCR in our room.  Babe was there junior year for the party when someone batted a blue piñata named Seve the Party Llama out the window and the date of one of our friends jumped at the chance to go find it four floors below and get out of the room for a while.  And Babe was there senior year in a new suite of rooms I shared with five guys who are still good friends but don’t stay in touch nearly often enough.

When I left for graduate school, the Babe had a sort of homecoming as I took him with me to New York City.  The photo up above shows the Babe in my first apartment.  I moved to two other apartments in Manhattan before I was married and of course the Babe came with me each time.  He was around when I wrote my thesis, when I got my first job, when I went to law school and studied for the bar exam, and when Clare’s Mom and I decided to get married.

After Clare’s Mom and I were married, I think the Babe went up on a wall in a small office and storage room in our first apartment together.  Somewhere between there and our current home, the Babe came off the wall for good.  The poster still sits in the basement in the same frame that I bought over twenty years ago.

So, what’s the point of this story?  The point is I need your opinion.  How many years of cursed luck would I have if I let Clare pull the poster out of the frame and put Hannah Montana in its place?

The Dog Ate My Homework

October 16, 2008 at 12:20 pm | Posted in Blogging | 5 Comments

I didn’t realize that it had been two weeks since I last read some of the blogs that I regularly check out. Maybe I shouldn’t even be using the word regularly in that sentence.

Actually, I’m in the middle of catching up on dozens of blogs right now. But there’s a problem. For some reason, I’m having a hard time leaving comments on Blogger blogs with my new WordPress Open ID. I could comment with my Blogger account name, but I don’t want the comment to point back to a blog that I’m not updating anymore and plan to block soon.

It’s a shame because I’ve been attempting to leave some pretty witty comments. The problem here is that you might not believe me. “Sure,” you’re thinking, “you’re reading hundreds of posts from two weeks’ time and you’re just not able to comment because of a technical glitch. How convenient.”

But really, I’m serious. I have been reading hundreds of posts. Some of you with a litter of kids even find the time to post every single freakin’ day. (I’m lookin’ at you, Ed.)  I’ve tried to comment on Greg‘s new job, Leighton‘s son’s birthday cake, Dad Stuff‘s son’s part in a play, and James‘ using a space heater in his office.  Those are just a few of the posts I’ve been reading.  I thought at first that my comments were being saved for review and I just wasn’t getting that message correctly, but after I had problems commenting several times on several different blogs I realized that much of my commenting has been in vain.  If you want to know what witty musings I have on your lives for the past two weeks you’ll just have to call me.

So, does anyone know what the problem with this Open ID thing might be and how to fix it?  I’m sure it’s something ridiculously easy that I’m missing.

Update:  I’ve narrowed down the problem.  It’s only happening in Blogger blogs where the comments appear in a pop-up window.  But maybe not if you’re using Haloscan.  Weird.

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