44th Birthday, 44th President...

I haven't posted in so long - for good reasons, happily.

Good family times, with Finn and I hitting our stride and not too many breakdowns, and then Kenny home on October 30.

A good Halloween, Finn happy about his costume!! The most delightful little Witch ever, with neighborhood trick-or-treating and lots of loot.

And the best day of all, November 4 - with a new President Elect, bringing new hope and such joy. I wept and jumped up and down, watching the TV, and Finn fell asleep on the couch to Barack Obama's acceptance speech. He refused to go to bed, very out of character for him - he knew something BIG was happening, he could feel it in Kenny and me. And now, he gazes at the TV, saying, "I need see Barack Obama..."

And another good day, November 8 - Lights Up! at Playwrights Project; a job well done by all, a joyful, successful special event. Deborah was happy, people were moved and thrilled - and ladies who impress me, ladies who are not easily impressed themselves, were extremely pleased. One said it was a Magnificent night. And one looked at me and said, "You are a producer, aren't you?" with just a tiny bit of awe.

And I'd like to take all the credit, but I don't deserve it all. I deserve some, and that feels good. A job well done - a profoundly satifisfying feeling.

And today, my 44th birthday. Finn serenades me right now with Old MacDonald, sung by a toy long forgotten, who was recently resurrected and reassigned favored status. A lunch at work, with balloons and my favorite meatball sub and chocolate mousse pie, all provided by my co-workers. I was planning to take the day off, but a debriefing meeting was in order and happily combined with a birthday lunch.

And a walk on the beach; a quick walk, but good enough.

And dinner picked up by Kenny, grilled chicken and rice and beans and salad. And birthday wishes a'plenty from friends and family and Facebook pals.

I am grateful. I feel hopeful.

And Old MacDonald has a tractor, and on his tractor he has a duck, and on his tractor he has a cow, and on his tractor he has a pig. Ee Ei Ee Ei Oh.

Life is good.







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McFailin', McPain, Mc I Cannot Allow These Two People In The White House

"Citizen Maria, awake!!

What are you gonna do, to make sure Barack Obama and Joe Biden get elected in November?"

asks my civic conscience, which is still cringing a bit at the fact that I did not write a single letter of protest when Bush/Cheney stole the White House right out from under us via crooked dirty tricks in Florida oh-so-many years ago.

My answer: I'm posting whatever I can find on Facebook and sending on to all I think will read it. I wrote my check to Obama and will write more as soon as I can. And I'm signing up to volunteer, and I'm emailing everyone I can think of --

including the Obama/Biden campaign. Those emails request that they stop being nice and start fighting HARD against the lying, scheming, grotesque Republican machine. They say -

Hey! Why did MSNBC pull Olbermann and Matthews off the air? And what are you going to do about it? I sure as hell hope you are going to TALK about it, LOUDLY, and cry fowl!!!!

We can't be nice. Respectful, yes - but not nice, not in any way whatsoever.

I don't give a shit about John McCain's time in Vietnam, not compared to the disastrous time millions of Americans now face if he becomes President.

And as for her - don't get me started. I might never stop.

So, please, join me - volunteer, give, write, call, and VOTE. And get everyone you meet to VOTE. We have to save our country.