Peg (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mechaieh) wrote,@ 2005-07-02 19:28:00 |
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On the one hand, Bush &co. do seem to have a maddening habit of nominating ideological nutters, so part of me feels like I ought to be joining in the beating of breasts and donning of ashes over O'Connor's retirement. On the other hand, I also regarded Reagan as a platitude-spouting goon, and yet it was his campaign promise that led to O'Connor's appointment.
Plus, the woman's 75. That's ten years past standard retirement age and she's been putting up with Scalia for almost twenty. The thought that keeps pushing to the front of my mind of it is, she has as much right as the rest of us to retire on her own terms, while she's still healthy enough to enjoy the rest of her life. The battle to maintain balance was going to happen sooner rather than later anyhow, and there's no guarantee that a left-leaning president would have pushed for someone favorably disposed toward reproductive rights.
Plus, it cheers me up to remember that O'Connor was a Republican appointee, Souter was nominated by Bush I, and the late great Brennan was an Eisenhower selection. So, who knows. I'm equally prepared to be completely horrified or cautiously hopeful.
My main preoccupations this past week were meeting various deadlines and following the goings-on at![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
triumvirate (= my current favorite soap opera equivalent). Tonight's plan is to upgrade the state of the house from squalid to merely messy and do a bit of reading for my next assignment. Tomorrow's plan is to sing at two services, see if there are crabs or squid at the market meant for my dinner, and do a heap more reading and cleaning. At the moment, I feel like I've hopped back onto the low end of the learning curve when it comes to languages/hardware/software/writing-new-p
Received a very nice note from the president of the congregation I visited last week, calling me "a treat" and "a magnet" (apparently attendance was better than anticipated). Another member of the congregation made a point of telling me he really liked the poem I read for the meditation and reprised for the benediction (along with Harold Kushner's words at the UU General Assembly two years ago, which were something like "May you be worthy of your theology, and may your God bless you if He exists"), and I taught them "Let There Be Light".
Other blessings: crepe myrtles all abloom. Air-conditioning and Co-cola (it was 91F during my walk this afternoon). Fresh cherries. Bob Dylan. Nifty cards (thanks, Socrates!). The new architecture stamps (haven't seen the scientist ones around town. Tempted to hunt. . .). Ideas for new poems. Sweet-tempered honey-colored dogs.
Plus, the woman's 75. That's ten years past standard retirement age and she's been putting up with Scalia for almost twenty. The thought that keeps pushing to the front of my mind of it is, she has as much right as the rest of us to retire on her own terms, while she's still healthy enough to enjoy the rest of her life. The battle to maintain balance was going to happen sooner rather than later anyhow, and there's no guarantee that a left-leaning president would have pushed for someone favorably disposed toward reproductive rights.
Plus, it cheers me up to remember that O'Connor was a Republican appointee, Souter was nominated by Bush I, and the late great Brennan was an Eisenhower selection. So, who knows. I'm equally prepared to be completely horrified or cautiously hopeful.
My main preoccupations this past week were meeting various deadlines and following the goings-on at
triumvirate (= my current favorite soap opera equivalent). Tonight's plan is to upgrade the state of the house from squalid to merely messy and do a bit of reading for my next assignment. Tomorrow's plan is to sing at two services, see if there are crabs or squid at the market meant for my dinner, and do a heap more reading and cleaning. At the moment, I feel like I've hopped back onto the low end of the learning curve when it comes to languages/hardware/software/writing-new-pReceived a very nice note from the president of the congregation I visited last week, calling me "a treat" and "a magnet" (apparently attendance was better than anticipated). Another member of the congregation made a point of telling me he really liked the poem I read for the meditation and reprised for the benediction (along with Harold Kushner's words at the UU General Assembly two years ago, which were something like "May you be worthy of your theology, and may your God bless you if He exists"), and I taught them "Let There Be Light".
Other blessings: crepe myrtles all abloom. Air-conditioning and Co-cola (it was 91F during my walk this afternoon). Fresh cherries. Bob Dylan. Nifty cards (thanks, Socrates!). The new architecture stamps (haven't seen the scientist ones around town. Tempted to hunt. . .). Ideas for new poems. Sweet-tempered honey-colored dogs.
