I don’t know if that’s an official day for celebration but it should be. So thanks to my BZ Sister Angie for sharing this with me. WOO HOO!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand – strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming,

…. I’ve become P. Diddy’s nemesis. Check out the comments on my post innocently hawking my son’s Vote or Die t-shirts, which he’s been selling at cafepress.com/voteordie for the past several years — along with Vote or Die hats, sweat shirts, mugs and….thongs!
Somewhere out there young potential voters are saying some very unkind things about the well-meaning Crone. Ah well. Such is always a possibility when one sticks one’s neck out into cyberspace. But, really, kids, I have nothing against P. Diddy and think his effort to rally young people to vote, using the resources his fame and fortune provide, is commendable.
Now, if you leave a comment here, will you please try to leave the dumbed-down grammar behind??? You can do better than that!

That’s what my toddler grandson asks when he notices something he wants to explore. Usually he gets to third base, and usually that’s enough. His curiosity is satisfied. Once in a while, when the fourth request gets denied, he gets a little assertive. Well, after all, he’s only human.
I’m thinking about how the step-by-step process his mother has taught him as a way to move out into the wider world, to expand his horizons, while still respecting the fact that others exist in that world too, is going to benefit him greatly as gets older. He’s not afraid to go after what he wants. And he understands that he can’t have everything he wants. What he can have, though, and what he pursues, is information, experience, understanding. That comes first before ownership. And it’s often enough. Often, it has to be enough.

Someone has actually overlaid the 2000 vote results by county with the paths of the three major hurricanes to hit Florida.
Georgie! Jeb! Has it occurred to you yet that you’re on the wrong side?

This is dedicated to all of those determined mothers of bright, curious, engaging and engaged toddlers. I don’t know how you do it. And, if you get sick, well, I sure hope that you have family around to help out.
I’m home for two days before I go back out to Massachusetts, again, to help out my post-appendectomy and current bronchially infected daughter, my grandson fightng the beginnings of an ear infection, and my son-in-law — just into his second week in a new job — possibly strep throated.
I’m megadosing B, C, E, and Zinc. And I’m stocked up on various Zicam products, which, as far as I’m concerned work like little miracles.
This is also dedicated to that grandmother I chatted with in Toys R Us who had her grandson in a shopping cart even more loaded up than mine. “Aha,” I said. “Another doting grandmother.”
“Well, yes.” She replied. “But I’m also his guardian. My son died last year.”
What I have to deal with is nothing compared to that.

(Below is an article written by my friend and former therapist, Edward Tick. It deserves to be shared widely. And so I leave it here as my last post before I leave town for a few days.)
The history of civilization is, in large part, a history of the causes, practices and consequences of warfare. Scholars count approximately 14,600 decisive wars in 5,600 years of recorded history. James Hillman declares

Daughter had emergency appendectomy last night. Son-in-law just started new job on Monday. I’m heading out to MA. Be back whenever. Hope mom makes it through the next few days alone.