August Happiness Challenge -- Day 5

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Being DONE! makes me happy. Got out of the office early today and used the time to do all my laundry. Peapod brought most of my groceries. 

So I'm DONE! Tomorrow I'll wake up without any of those major, daunting time suck chores awaiting me.

HURRAY!

Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

If you want to play along, just come back here (meaning to this blog, not this individual post) each day in August, looking for the happy cat. Every day I will try to have a post with the headline: August Happiness Challenge: Day [X]. Leave a comment and then post your own daily happiness, with August Happiness Challenge in the title to make it easy to find. 

"Joe Nathan is no longer a Cub."

Joe Nathan is 41 years old, which makes him ancient for a ballplayer. The Cubs were his 5th club. At one point, he was an All Star, but that was 8 years ago. Last year, at age 40, he went through Tommy John surgery for a second time. The Cubs thought he still had enough in the tank to sign him during his rehab.

I saw his first game as a Cub and fell in love with him. His first pitch -- for his new club, after his rehab -- was a strikeout! Come on, this is worthy of The Natural. I love it when life imitates art.

But today, the Cubs let him go.

This is so fucking cruel. Imagine having everyone tell you you're past your prime but no, you insist you're not. You have complicated surgery and endure an arduous recovery process ... and get signed by the best team in baseball.

You take the ball, go out there and perform well. You're back, baby!

But the Cubs, being the best team in baseball, are enjoying an embarrassment of riches. Too many good players. Young players. 24-year-old Jorge Soler is healthy and back from the disabled list and someone had to go to make room.

Six months ago, I didn't care one whit about Joe Nathan. But tonight, hearing Cub announcer Len Kaspar say, with callous casualness, that "Joe Nathan is no long a Cub," just broke my heart.

I know, I know ... He is a grown man who is lucky enough to be paid handsomely to play a boy's game, I get that. But he's still a person and I can't imagine what it was like for him to get the news this afternoon.

Here's hoping Joe Nathan turns up with another club. And if he does, should he do damage against my guys in Cubbie blue, I swear I won't blame him one bit.

August Happiness Challenge -- Day 4

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Drinks after work with John made me happy. He owed me money -- sort of -- and was eager to give it back right away. So we met after work and had a couple at a bar near my office.

It's a little place, tucked away inside the train station. It's dark and the music is eclectic and loud. Every time I've passed it I've thought to myself, "John would love this place." Tonight we finally got to lift a few at a table by the door and I'm happy to report that he did, indeed, love it.

It makes me happy, too, to know someone so long and so well. I really am lucky when it comes to my friends.

(Re: the money ... John and I are going to the Cubs-Giants game over Labor Day weekend and I'm the one who paid when ordered the tickets.)

Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

If you want to play along, just come back here (meaning to this blog, not this individual post) each day in August, looking for the happy cat. Every day I will try to have a post with the headline: August Happiness Challenge: Day [X]. Leave a comment and then post your own daily happiness, with August Happiness Challenge in the title to make it easy to find. 

Of Diana's Death and the Clinton Candidacy

Princess Diana died because she got into the backseat of a car that was driven by a drunk. The Mercedes was turned into an accordion and photographed under cruel fluorescent lights in an ugly tunnel. It was tawdry. It was ugly. It was plebeian. This is not what is supposed to happen to princesses.

And so conspiracy theories cropped up and now, more than 20 years after her death, flourish. The Royal Family saw her as a threat and had her killed. The people who believe this will say if you don't see their evidence, you are blind. They have to cling the conspiracy, because the truth is unacceptable to them. It simply doesn't compute.

I'm finding the same attitude among Sanders supporters toward the nomination of Hillary Clinton. It became mathematically impossible for Sen. Sanders to win the nomination before Memorial Day, but for the more rabid, the math doesn't compute, the reality is unacceptable and as we race toward Labor Day they're still in denial.

I'm not talking about hurting. Of course true believers are still hurting. And as a Kerry 2004 supporter, I can promise them the pain won't ever completely go away.

I'm talking about getting past the rage. And the Facebook page I stumbled upon has shown that this rage can make a woman I assume is otherwise intelligent -- she says she's a lawyer -- sound like the Brit in a pub in Queens Road ranting about the MI5 assassination of Diana. 

Oh, my Lord. For her, the Clinton/Sanders campaign outcome wasn't predictable because of 21st century demographics. No, that's too simple, too tawdry and forces her think about which side of the racial divide she's standing on. It's preferable to make this about THEM, the tyrannical corporate oligarchy.

•  THEY wanted Hillary because Sanders is the candidate THEY feared most. I agree Sanders is the candidate big business disliked most, but they never feared him. Because he was never going to win this nomination. Sen. Sanders never caught fire with POC. Maybe that was unfair, maybe his message should have resonated. But going forward, if Sanders supporters want to enhance the legitimacy of their candidate among African Americans, maybe they should have thought twice before booing Stephanie Rawlings-Blake, Elijah Cummings and Cory Booker on national TV during the DNC. The oligarchy had nothing to do with that tone-deaf display of privilege.

•  THEY wanted Trump. I believe in this case, THEY switches from just the oligarchs to now include a combination of the Republican and Democratic establishment, who chose (or allowed) Trump to win because he would be so easy for Hillary to beat. This conspiracy depends upon collaboration among the senior operatives of at least 18 national campaigns across two parties. Okie-dokee. That's not only naive, it's muddle-headed. Why would THEY want to damage every down ballot Republican in all 50 states, just to win the White House for Hillary? How did THEY get to be so rich and powerful without noticing it's the local and statewide governments that make most of the laws that decide how day-to-day business is conducted?

•  The way to stop THEM, long-term, is to vote third party. Yeah, that'll work. BTW, which party is the third party? Am I striking a blow for decency and showing my moral superiority by voting for Johnson or Stein?

... And in private, Queen Elizabeth exchanged her crown for a fedora, puffed on a fat Cohiba like Al Capone, and called for a hit on Princess Diana.

Trojan horse?

I don't mean to be too hard on this one benighted Facebook poster because she herself doesn't matter, she's merely a symptom. But one thing about this rabid Hillary hater really amused me:

She claims her "spirit animal" is Julia Sugarbaker from the late 80s/early 90s sitcom Designing Women. You remember firebrand, Julia. She was created by Linda Bloodworth-Thomason, a well-known Clinton confidante. During the 1992 season, the Julia character was a Clinton supporter and a 1993 episode revolved her attempt to attend Bill's inauguration. Yet the Clintonites have slyly co-opted a Sanders supporter! OH. MY. GOD. Look how deep the conspiracy goes!

August Happiness Challenge -- Day 3

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Today TCM and Summer Under the Stars makes me happy. For those of us who love classic movies, this is an awesome annual event. Right up there with Oscar season and Christmas.

For the uninitiated, here's how it works: Every day a different star is featured for 24 full hours. There's always interesting, thoughtful commentary between the movies, too.

I always look forward to seeing favorites again, to seeing movies I've only heard about but never seen all the way through, and a film or two I never even knew existed.

Today is Bing Crosby Day. Right now I'm watching an old favorite, The Country Girl. I get Georgie, the title character. Grace Kelly is so understated, so exhausted, that you forget how beautiful she is.

Next I may watch one of the Hope/Crosby "Road" pictures. I know they're supposed to be funny. Hope has never amused me, but then I only really know him from the dreadful NBC specials I grew up on.

And yesterday I DVR'd The Dark Corner. Tuesday was Lucille Ball Day, and in The Dark Corner -- made in 1946, years before anyone ever heard of Lucy Riccardo -- she plays a no-nonsense Girl Friday who helps her PI boss solve a crime. I can't wait to see it. I love noir mysteries, and I'm interested to see Lucille Ball display her versatility.

Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

If you want to play along, just come back here (meaning to this blog, not this individual post) each day in August, looking for the happy cat. Every day I will try to have a post with the headline: August Happiness Challenge: Day [X]. Leave a comment and then post your own daily happiness, with August Happiness Challenge in the title to make it easy to find. 

WWW.WEDNESDAY

To participate, and to see how others responded, click here. 

1. What are you currently reading? Barbara Stanwyck by Al Diorio -- and I'm enjoying it. 

It's a perfectly serviceable movie star bio, the kind that publishers used to crank out to fill shelves back in the 1980s, when Crown Books and Borders anchored every mall. (Meaning: It's likely a combination archive interviews, news articles and press releases cobbled together with a touch of craft. It quotes conversations the author couldn't possibly have accurate knowledge of. ) 

Yet I'm enjoying it because it's all new to me. I knew Stanwyck's given name was Ruby Stevens, but   beyond that I knew little about her childhood. And it was a harrowing one! Born into poverty, she was orphaned at an early age and shuttled from foster home to foster home. She began working full-time at 14, first in offices, then in a chorus line and finally with a speaking part on Broadway.

So this Oscar/Emmy nominated legend of Old Hollywood almost literally created herself. Knowing this makes me appreciate her impressive body of work all the more.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Wanton's Web by Alex Matthews, a mystery set in Chicagoland, revolving around the murder of a high-paid call girl. Our sleuths are a psychologist who works from home and her lover, an investigative reporter for a fictional Chicago newspaper. 

It took forever for it get started! Maybe that's my fault -- I started the series at Book #4 and maybe the early chapters would have been compelling if I was familiar with the series regulars. But once it took off, it held my attention. There was a terrible inevitability to the mystery's resolution that was true to the victim and the life she chose.

3.  What will you read next? I don't know.

August Happiness Challenge -- Day 2

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Today's little jolt of joy came courtesy of my own cats. Dinnertime went smoothly!

I've done my share of complaining on this blog about my little beige demon, but Reynaldo has always been a prince at mealtime. Because of his sensitive kidneys he's on a special, high-protein diet. So he gets the same prescription food every day, and every day he snarfs it down with enthusiasm and without complaint.

Connie, on the other hand, is usually my problem child. She prefers kibble but must have a dollop of canned food with each meal because I've got to dissolve a supplement in the moisture. And she is so freaking picky about the  canned food! At first we tried gourmet foods, but after the first day/first meal, she sniffed at it. For a long time, she snarfed down Gerber Baby Meats (for human babies) but suddenly she decided she was bored with it.

Lately we've had ongoing success by mixing human baby food with kitten food. It's such a delight to watch her first poke around the dish with her nose and dive in.

I was a little apprehensive posting about this. For the fresh, homegrown cucumber I referenced yesterday played havoc with my gut. I hope spotlighting kitty cuisine doesn't jinx breakfast!

Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

If you want to play along, just come back here (meaning to this blog, not this individual post) each day in August, looking for the happy cat. Every day I will try to have a post with the headline: August Happiness Challenge: Day [X]. Leave a comment and then post your own daily happiness, with August Happiness Challenge in the title to make it easy to find. 

August Happiness Challenge -- Day 1

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What's that you say? What's the August Happiness Challenge?

Each day in August you are to post about something that makes *you* happy. Pretty simple. And, it doesn't even have to be every day if you don't want it to be. It's a great way to remind ourselves that there are positive things going on in our lives, our communities, and the world.

Today I'm celebrating a fresh, homegrown cucumber. I live on the top floor of a building that doesn't even have a yard. So I  joyously received this lovely giftie from my boss, who lives on acres and acres in a far western suburb.

Tonight I upped my fiber content my enjoying a few cucumber slices with salt. It made me happy.

If you want to play along, just come back here (meaning to this blog, not this individual post) each day in August, looking for the happy cat. Every day I will try to have a post with the headline: August Happiness Challenge: Day [X]. Leave a comment and then post your own daily happiness, with August Happiness Challenge in the title to make it easy to find. 

Because you've got to have friends

Sunday was a good day. First I had lunch with Joanna in Edgewater. This means I had to travel beyond the Loop, past Wrigley Field to a neighborhood I haven't visited in decades. And I got to spend three hours with a women from my movie group, someone I like but knew little about. I'm trying to expand my horizons and add new people to my close circle, and this felt very comfortable and the time flew by.

I learned that she, like me, is a softie for animals. Her two dogs and cat are all rescues (the one-eyed cat showed up in her backyard).  I also learned that her romantic history is easily as checkered as mine. This surprised me, because she's so stylish and appears so together. (I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and she was in gauzy layers and bangles.)

Then last night, my friend from the Keys called, just to blab. It was good to hear him so happy. He loves his new library job. They are back to being a two-car household. His partner seems to be over his health troubles.

As I write this, I realize how little I talked about me on Sunday. It made me happy to be immersed in other people's lives for an afternoon. I love my alone time, it recharges me. But I think it might encourage too much navel gazing. It was good to get out of myself.

A tale of two pimples

Aren't I lovely?

This morning I was greeted by two different zits. One on my cheek, probably from clogged pores because it's been so damn hot and humid lately. One under my chin, courtesy of an ingrown hair. A whisker, if you will.

This leaves me feeling old. And I don't like it.

Of course I feel old. Because I am old. My oldest friend is arriving in less than two weeks to celebrate her 60th birthday. I am crossing the Rubicon next year. According to the US Government, I am not middle aged, I am old.*

I'm going to catalog everything that's bedeviling me physically, and it all feels age related.

•  My hair is thinner by the day.
•  As is the skin on my eyelids.
•  As are my eyebrows.
•  Yet I am noticing more and more sturdy dark hairs on my chin.
•  No matter how hard I try to combat it, the skin on my décolletage is wrinkling.
•  I got depressed, thanks to the menopausal hormones coursing through my veins, and took Lexapro to keep from crying all the time. The Lexapro made me fat.
•  I am unable to lose those pounds.
•  I walk slower than ever.
•  My eyes are worse (must remember to make an appointment with the optometrist).
•  I think my hearing is weaker.

Oh, well. It's the price of still being here. I shall try to be grateful that I'm above ground and able to age.

*I am more than halfway -- 68%, to be exact -- to my final curtain.

Sunday Stealing

The Gongerling Meme

1. You’re building your dream house. What’s the one thing that this house absolutely, positively MUST HAVE? (other than the obvious basics of course) A nice view. I can't imagine living in a basement apartment and looking out onto people's feet all day.

2. What is your dream car? One with a driver.

3. What is your favorite website that isn’t a blog. I spend a lot of time on Amazon.

4. iPhone or Droid, which do you want/have? I've got Droid and I'm fine with it. (Though last week I dropped it and now the screen is all cracked.)

5. When you’re feeling down or lonely or just generally out of sorts, what do you do to cheer yourself up? Drink and shop. If I had a man in my life, I'd do something else.

6. Tell me about something or someone that you love that most people seem to hate. Pigeons. 

7. What did you want to be when you grew up? A great singer/dancer/actress. Alas, since I'm tone deaf and klutzy, that wasn't in the cards.

8. Would you go on a reality show if given the chance? NO!

9. Who was your favorite teacher when you were growing up? (Grade school, Middle School, Jr. High or High School only.) My American History teacher in high school. He was inspiring, encouraging us to comprehend what we were learning, not just puke back facts and dates, and to think for ourselves. "Do you see, do you know, do you understand?" he'd shout if he felt our attention lagging. "Tell me if you don't understand." His passion was infectious.

10. You get one pass to do something illegal or immoral. What are you gonna do? Skip paying my property taxes. I could use that money right now.

11. What were you doing 10 years ago? Worrying that the Cubs would trade my beloved Hall of Famer, Greg Maddux. They did.

12. By this time next year, I ... want to have a better grip on my finances.

13. What is something that you need to do but you've procrastinated on? Vacuum. 

14. Which fictional, TV show character you would shag anytime? Oh, Don Draper!

15. What is your greatest pet peeve? Space hogs. If you didn't pay for a separate fare for your backpack, get it off the seat next to you!

16. Tell me about your most recent trip of more than 100 miles? In June I went to Muskegon, MI, for my niece's commencement. She graduated Cum Laude, and I'm so very proud.

17. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus? Thesaurus. On Thursday I needed a workable synonym for "choose" or "select." I was disappointed.

18. Do you have a nickname? What is it? When I was little, my dad called me "Andy Panda" and "Tiger."

19. What are you dreading at the moment? Donald Trump

20. Do you have a meme you think we should steal?  (Yes, an old trick. But c'mon now. I gotta give it a shot. It's a lot harder to find memes now. But it's ok to answer "You're lazy" and  call it a day.) I Take Surveys and Kwizgiver has some specific good ones. (I left the links on the Sunday Stealing site.)

Because Kwizgiver got me thinking ...

This past week saw the anniversary of Jacqueline Kennedy's birth and the nomination of Hillary Clinton for President. On my post observing the former, my blogging buddy Kwizgiver asked, "Would she be fun to have around for this historic moment?" Which got me musing ... 


These two First Ladies had a lot in common.

•  John Kennedy and Bill Clinton each romanced more than their fair share of starlets and beauty queens, but when the time came to wed, they each went for brains.

•  Jacqueline Bouvier and Hillary Rodham each believed the men they married were less their choice than their destiny.

•  Rose Kennedy and Virginia Clinton were frequently exasperated and confused by their extremely independent daughters in law.

•  Both of these women share an almost pathological need for privacy which, given their  life circumstances, is completely unreasonable. I think it's because neither of them could bear the thought of having the disappointing truth about their marriages exposed. And yet the truth came out and humiliated them both.

I love this photo of an emotional Jackie in Caroline's wedding day.

•  Caroline Kennedy and Chelsea Clinton both grew up in the public eye, and both made their mothers proud. It makes me happy to know that Jackie, who died rather young at 64, did live to hold all three of her grandchildren.

Both wives were political partners. But here's where 50 years of history reveals its impact: Jackie hid her influence on her husband.

In real time, she was assumed to "hate" politics. Turns out that isn't true. What Jackie hated was press scrutiny and analysis. She enjoyed her place in history and believed completely in her husband.

Listen to her oral history. She admits, after prodding, that she did indeed author the first-ever White House Guide Book. But only because the curator was slow and distracted! It's not like she wanted to do it.

And, OK, maybe she did help her husband with one of the most famous American speeches of the 20th century. ("Ask not what your country can do for you ...", "Let the word go forth ...") But really, she didn't do that much. She was recovering from John Jr.'s birth and he'd sit on the side of her bed and read his notes to her and, you know, talked to her, asked her opinion. 

Listen to her talk with pride about charming Khrushchev, Nehru and DeGaulle. Lest she overstep, she also insisted she had no political opinions that were not her husband's.

Solely on the strength of her will and personal relationship with the French Minister of Cultural Affairs, the Mona Lisa left the Louvre for the first time since 1913 and arrived in the United States. All JFK did was show up at the unveiling. Yet she barely mentions it in the oral history.

And the familiar look of Air Force One? She came up with the design that's been used by every President for the last 50 years. Her original sketches are at the Kennedy Library. She drew it out. She chose the font and those two particular shades of pale blue and the placement of the American flag. The only deviation from her original design is the addition of the Presidential seal. This she doesn't mention in the oral history at all.

So I think Jackie would have been shocked in 2000 when Hillary Clinton chose to run for Senate. She would understand Hillary's need to resume her career after the White House and after Chelsea left for college. She once told Gloria Steinem, “What is sad for women of my generation is that they weren't supposed to work if they had families. What were they going to do when the children are grown — watch the raindrops coming down the window pane?” And after Onassis died and her own kids were on their own, she embarked on a career as book editor.

But to run for public office? To choose to remain in the public eye? To create a portfolio that could rival her husband's? No way would JBKO -- born in 1929 -- understand those choices.

Running in New York social circles, Jackie met Donald and Ivana Trump at society and charity functions. I can't imagine her liking them. Jackie took taxis to work and only redecorated her luxury apartment at 1040 5th Avenue when forced to. (She rather bitchily used to say that it was her sister Lee who had time to keep track of whether throw pillows should have tassels this season; she was too busy.) Trump enjoyed flaunting his wealth. On the other hand, she did marry Ari, and he was about as vulgar as they come. So maybe she found The Donald amusing.

 Jackie stares down the paparazzi Hillary doesn't even notice

We do know that she and Hillary were fond of another. While Jackie wouldn't vote for Hillary -- she never voted again after 1960 because she wanted the last vote she ever cast to be for the man she loved -- she would have lent her name and her money to this campaign. 

And I think she would have been proud to be quoted in Hillary's acceptance speech. In December 1963, in response to Khrushchev's condolence call, Jackie wrote:

"The danger which troubled my husband was that war might be started not so much by the big men as by the little ones. While big men know the needs for self-control and strength, little men are sometimes moved more by fear and pride."

Those are the words Hillary used to indict Donald Trump: Jackie, sharing her opinion through the prism of her husband's wisdom and accomplishment. Yes, I think she would have liked that.