1. Today's title quote is lifted directly from the blog of Maggie Mason. It's from her Resolved, 2016 post and it goes, in full, like this:
Write and write and write and write.
It’s like talking, as much as you want, about whatever you want, but no one has to listen to you! Clickityclack! 2016
I read that and yelled, in the quiet of my own head, YES! EUREKA! YES, EXACTLY THAT! Say hello to my little blog, clicketyclacking since 2004.
2. And yes, I know, I know. It's possible probable likely most assuredly true that she was talking about actual writing and not the composition of meaningless lists of blather, but still! She gets it!
3. My husband departs today for his golf weekend in Hilton Head. I've got four days ahead of me to fill as I please, without having to consider anyone else's heart and mind. Well, except Jake the Dog's, of course. But I already have plans sure to excite him, as long as the weather cooperates. I don't want to type them out loud, but let's just say he's a fan of long walks in the woods and so am I. Plus which, I got some new hiking boots that need a little breaking in.
4. Do you have any idea how fortuitous it is that I am not on Twitter* anymore? This election year gives whole new meaning to the term "silly season." I've said for months that the general is going to come down to a contest between Hillary and Rubio, and I stand by that. Marco is positioned to grab the sanity vote, which (we can all pray) will prevail before the early primaries are all said and done. Bernie can't survive past South Carolina and friends. So there it lies.
5. I am taking the greatest enjoyment out of watching Marco Rubio supporters cheer, endorse, praise, and channel their narratives around him for all the exact reasons they loathed the very ground Candidate Obama walked on. It's quite amusing. I am particularly enamored of the grand contortions Rubio's cheerleaders perform trying to prove his candicacy isn't the GOP's answer to/version of Obama '08. Because it totally and obviously is. Or is trying to be. He has yet to inspire the groundswells of optimistic devotion and pragmatic visions of possibility Candidate Obama did, but if the buffoons in play would get out of his way, I can see it happening, if to a much lesser degree. Republicans, united, will never be that overtly head over heels for any candidate, I don't think. But covertly ($$$)? You betcha.
6. Special mention for glorious hypocrisy goes out to those who preach Reagan's "Eleventh Commandment" all day long, until it applies to them and their chewing up and spitting out of fellow Republicans. I think part of the GOP Creed is "ill will for thee, but not for me."
7. There. It's out of my system, now. Nationally, anyway. Can we talk about the effedupedness that is currently occurring under the beautiful gold dome down the street from me? So much hackery, so little time. Who knew that when the WV GOP claimed they were running on JOBS!, they meant they were running to eliminate as much possibility for the creation of new ones as possible?! Or that "reducing government spending" involved eliminating arts, fairs, festivals, and any other quality of life benefits and instead spending millions on drug testing welfare recipients, a practice that has already failed spectacularly in several other states? Or that assuring the public safety meant conceal carry is okay for bars, schools, parks, and other public areas, but not for the People's State Capitol building? Or that they consider committing our state to bigotry and defining its people as intolerant neanderthals as a matter of law an act of benevolence? Or that a mere two years after the horror show that was the Water Crisis, a rollback of regulations put in place to prevent such a travesty from happening again would be deemed a good idea? Or that cutting benefits to our seniors without addressing the rapidly rising Silver Tsunami about to hit West Virginia is good math? It's generally disgusting, really. West Virginia is in need of a great deal of TLC, and instead, we're being shredded to the point of no repair.
8. In case you can't tell, none of those things are job creating initiatives. NOW I'm done.
9. Super Bowl Sunday is nigh. Who you got? I feel like we're winners either way, this year. Love and respect Mr. Manning and that vaunted Bronco defense. Adore and enjoy the hell out of watching Cam and the Panthers. The story lines and back stories and analysis and intrigue are genuine, unforced, and a pleasure to endure, a thing that could not always be said of the other 49 Super Bowls that came before.
10. The first week of the month is always fun because it means it's time to send a new book and letter to my One Book at a Time buddies, Tyler and Xavier. I have been sending Tyler, who lives in Hawaii, a brand new book every month for about five years or so now. I started sending books to Xavier, who lives in Kentucky, when he was in kindergarten, three years ago! I so enjoy doing this. And it's so easy! I mean, seriously? Book shopping is never a hardship. And finding new reads that these young boys might enjoy is a fun challenge. Tyler has been writing me letters from the beginning. When we first became buddies, I gotta be honest...I had a hard time figuring out what he was trying to tell me in his letters. The handwriting was horrible, the grammar/spelling non-existent, and the plot? Well...it was always thick. Heh. Now? Five years or so later? I get letters from a lovely young man who prints neatly, expresses himself well, and always pens engaging notes, asking questions, telling me how much he loves the books I send, and giving me tiny peeks into his world. It's been an amazing journey and I hope I we are still book buddies when it is time to send him a copy of Black's Law Dictionary or Gray's Anatomy in a few more years. :-)
11. I'm also prepping Valentine packages for my baby boy and his girl across the country and those apples of my eye over in Virginia. We will be seeing the latter quartet in one more week as we prep for the Henley Turns Four Birthday Extravaganza!! I am ill prepared for these babies to grow up. I need them to stay little and cuddly and curious and squirmy just a little while longer, please and thank you.
12. When I lived in Raleigh, I was a member of a neighborhood group who got together to play Bunco once a month. The game was tons of fun, but the real point of the evening was to drink wine, eat noshes, and socialize. I've missed that bunch and those evenings. So imagine my delight when I got an invitation earlier this week to join a group of lovely women for an evening of Bunco! It's tonight! I'm pretty excited about it. Even though I won't be drinking wine or eating noshes.
13. Why won't I be drinking wine or eating noshes? Because we actually did it. The Paleo thing. At least, we're giving it our best go. No refined sugar, no grains, no processed food. Just good, healthy food my great-grandmother would both recognize and be able to pronounce. Not that either of my great-grandmothers were neanderthals, mind you. That's not what I meant. You know what I meant, right? ANYHOO. It's been just about a week, and can you keep a secret?
I feel better than I have in years.
*I am on Twitter as my nonprofit, but not personally, individually, or as an entity with grand political opinions.