Today’s essay in the Wall Street Journal is recommended reading for all who are disturbed by our sudden and seemingless un-thought-out attacks in Libya…for reasons that as are clear as a roiled-up mud puddle. Peggy Noonan, in a thoughtful essay, askes many of the questions that millions of Americans have already asked themselves and others.
Google: “The speech Obama hasn’t given” P. Noonan in WALL STREET JOURNAL, MARCH 24, 2011.
Excerpts from that essay: “It all seems rather mad, doesn’t it? The decision to become militarily involved in the Libyan civil war couldn’t take place in a less hospitable context. The U.S. is reeling from spending and deficits, we’re already in two wars, our military is stretched to the limit, we’re restive at home and no one really, sees President Obama as the kind of leader you’d follow over the top. ‘This way men!’ ‘No, I think I’ll stay in the trench.’ People didn’t hire him to start battles but to end them…..”
And one more: “…the central initiative of his presidency, the one that gave shape to his leadership, health care, is still unpopular and the cause of continued agitation. When he devoted his entire first year to it, he seemed off point and out of touch…Now he seems incompetent and out of depth in foreign and military affairs….what was he thinking? What IS he thinking?”
BIRTHDAY DINNER…Last night we took our grand daughter who attends MSUM out for dinner. We also invited her cousin who is exactly the same age…both of them are now 19 years old. They were born 4 months apart in 1991 and 1992 and have been best friends and buddies since they were old enough to play together. I can still see the two -year old Adam holding out his arms as he exclaimed “Th-iri! Merete!” hugging his two girl cousins when they came to his home in Fargo. We have always called the three of them “the big kids” because they were the first 3 of 8 grandchidlren.
As grandparents we held their tiny hands for awhile and now they have grown up into wonderful adults we cherish and love to spend time with! We had such a nice dinner together before all 4 of us had to get on to other things….studying, shopping, going to a Bible study Our times with our adult grandkids are so precious. And now there are no more “tiny hands” to hold. The time will come when they will visit us and hold our hands…at a time when both of us have almost lived out our lives. All of us experience that if we live into our 7th or 8th or 9th decades…if we should be so blessed!!!
BIRDS AND (grrrrrrrrr…) SQUIRRELS
My first winter a a feeder of birds is nearly over. The woodpeckers…Downies, Hairies and the big Pileateds–still come to the suet feeder and provide a lot of interesting “watching” out on the deck. The chickadees are still interested in the sunflower seeds and the many kinds of sparrows and the juncos are eating off the ground from what I spread for them. The bluejays are eating the cheap catfood I put out after reading about its use in BIRDS AND BLOOMS. The two crows..whom I am not fond of but have named “Homer and Jethro” eat the catfood too I think. Crows are so wary that if I even open a door they hear it and fly, cawing loudly and harshly, back into the woods. I really do not want nesting crows too near but what difference will it make..in the summer they will still maraud the song bird nests and babies and eggs. They might be intellient birds but they are bullies and are mean to other birds…although in bird-dom it is called the survival of the fittest or the food chain or something to that effect. Gray and red squirrels have bedeviled me with their abilty to get at the sunflower feeders. I think about the time our grandson Al was about 4 years old and had gotten a toy water cannon. He was at his other grandparents’ home in West Fargo and was out by a row of trees with his water gun. “Gramma!” he shouted to me when I came to get him…”I “skwooted some sku-wells!” I would like him to come and “skwoot” the squirrels that are eating all the sunflower seeds out of a feeder!!!!! I am ready to learn how to shoot a .22 caliber rifle.
It is almost time to shut down the bird buffets altho I just put our niger seed socks to get some finches back. Soon we will put up a bluebird house and put out oranges and grape jelly in hopes that orioles will come to a summer bird buffet. I have also seen purple finches come to an orange and grape jelly dish as well.
WHERE DOES GREASE GO?
It goes to Long Prairie,MN. I have been out and about today to do some necessary shopping before we go on a vacation in April. I stopped to get a chicken salad at one of the fast-fooderies and when I was eating by a big window I saw a large truck with a big back end come into the drive and the truck’s logo said “Midwest Grease..Long Prairie, MN”. The big back end looked like it had several HUGE dumpsters on it…probably grease containers. I have never thought about where the “old” grease from friers at restaurants goes but today I think I learned where. I wonder what they do with it??? Recycle it for use in hair pomades???? Put it into car engines for lubrication???
Send it to outdoor barbecue pits???? I hope they do not dump it into a big hole in the ground or people who live close to the hole might find congealed fat floating on their glass of drinking water. ARGH! What a thought.
RED ORANGE YELLOW No this is not a lesson in the color spectrum…it is what I saw on the way home on hiway 10 today. I nearly go off the hiway trying to see if some wild “flame orange” willows are bright orange for spring…and they are!!! Beautiful! The many patches of wild dogwood are getting their spring bright red on again. More beautiful!
One variety of wild willows is turning bright yellow….Hurray…and Beautiful also! There is one field east of Mhd along I-94 that I always think of as “Lake Beetfield”. It has water in it like a shallow lake now (frozen over) and anytime in the summer when we have significant rain. Also along I-94 in Fargo between the river and the cemetery by the river (south of the road) I saw deer walking yesterday on the groomed paved paths of the cemetery. Where do the river deer go when it floods? Into the Fargo neighborhoods? Today there was a flock of wild turkeys in that cemetery. There must be food in that cemetery…..tasty flower pods or bushes that have nutrition in them.
The deer look hungry and thin after a bad winter when so much wild feed is covered by snow. I am so soft hearted about tame and wild animals that I feel like draining my checking account and buying all kinds of good livestock feed for the deer–especially the does that are carrying fawns who need strength and energy now.
I am ready to kick back in the recliner with my third Erin Hart novel—-FALSE MERMAID. This is set in St. Paul as Nora Gavin comes home to solve her sister’s murder of 5 years ago…Nora KNOWS her sister’s husband did it but he has gotten away with it…and now another murder victim (skeletonized) has been found by a Cambodian refugee fisherman in Hidden Falls Park by the Mississippi River. The story is so real I am mesmerized by all the twists and turns Hart has put into her novel. MN can be proud of another good author!!!! Erin Hart is a St. Paul native.