Keepin’ It Light

You have to keep it civil; otherwise things get ugly fast.

Like millions of Americans I watched the debate Monday night, but not before I attended a shortened meeting of the book group I’m in with fellow alums from the school I went to. They are all very cool women but the coolest of them might be the one who is soon to turn 90.

“I think I won’t join you on the 16th,” she said in her email to us a few days earlier. “I didn’t read the book anyway so I’ll stay home and become enraged again watching this new debate.”

I could see her smiling as she wrote that. She always smiles when delivering these little quips. It’s the key to aging I think; not digging in and getting too serious.

Like millions of Americans I also had my phone on while I myself watched, at the house of David’s brother and his wife, and how could I not look at the chatter on Facebook as I watched?

You could tell the Democrats by what they said. “Bully! Let the President speak!” posted one.

You can could tell  the Republicans too. “He sure blew the Libya question!” said another.

I can’t stand to see people fighting, having grown up in a household run by a mother and aunt who could pull out the long knives and slice each other up before you could breathe in and breathe out again, so I tried to say only neutral things.

At one point I remarked on Twitter about how sort of cute it was that Obama had on a red necktie and Romney had on a blue one, an exact flip of their red-state blue-state affiliations.

Then on Facebook, at one point, I wrote “Grecian Formula”. It just popped into my head as I looked at Romney.

I have no idea if he colors his hair or he doesn’t, of course, but it made me volunteer the information that my husband is the exact same age as Mitt Romney, and his hair is completely white.

A Facebook friend who I knew for one year when he was a 15 posted that he would be glad to have any hair at all, but he doesn’t anymore. Easier when the wind is up he said.

And then I posted this picture of David holding our newest little baldie…

I was bald myself for years and then the curls came in and foamed up out of my head like Jiffy Pop. Maybe that will be her fate too.

Anyway this kind of talk kept me from getting all nasty. Why spread that around in the atmosphere when it’s all we can do to deal with the real pollutants. (Tip: when the snow finally does come don’t – DO NOT – gather it in a glass and tip it back – not until it has a chance to melt and you can see what’s really in there!  And there’s a topic for much more national discourse!

7 thoughts on “Keepin’ It Light

  1. Monday’s debate on foreign policy is the last chance to address climate change, a global crisis that will provoke instability and even anarchy as sea level’s rise and millions, maybe billions, of people are forced from their homes; island nations will disappear. The tar sands pipeline from Canada to Texas will ship the dirtiest burning and most lethal fossil fuel on earth. Yet both candidates in the second presidential debate tried to outdo each other on their support for it and how much coal, gas and oil they will dig for and mine and spew into our atmosphere!
    Mr. Schieffer, moderator of this final debate, should call them on this and make them address the catastrophy of global warming, the biggest challenge facing our planet.
    Sorry, Terry, I couldn’t keep it light!


    1. YOU certainly never have to keep it light Gwen! I learn something from each and every one of your postings here. Thanks for this, and for yours of the other day as well…

  2. Not as white as his big brother’s Toby! I keep waiting for that !
    Your mom – my mom-in-law – always said she had no eyebrows .. And when she saw her first grandchild she said “This will be the only child in preschool in eyebrow pencil!” She was a wit all right
    I envied that in my early days with brows like Groucho Marx’s, gone now thank God. “Hair gives up the fight much earlier than other things ….)

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