Well, I feel I should explain about the name of this project.  In a nutshell, you will find nuts...  OK, I always wanted to say that, and now it is off my chest (geesh, another trite-ism).  

Essentially, as I age, I find the neat "tree" of knowledge and memories I use to have (like a windows application) has developed roadblocks, then detours, occasionally dead ends.  As much as I would like a chronological rendition, it just ain't gonna happen.  Yes, I will try.  But as things come to the surface, I find I better grab them while I can.  Think "disjointed" and you will be on board...

So, with that as a backdrop, let's go back to the beginning...

Something I just have to say here:  I am getting pretty fed up with the way Americans are treating their President.  Where the hell is our loyalty?  Our unity?  Our respect? Our dignity?  My wallet?

Seriously, get behind President Obama or at least shut the hell up.  Matters not whether you voted for him or against him, or not at all.  He was elected our President! Time enough to spew the negatives during election year.  Meanwhile, give him some breathing room to work.  Give him the same "benefit of the doubt" that you would want if you were in his shoes...

  

October 1, 2009: The Start

Today I begin to put my thoughts, observations, opinions and memories into something more stable and permanent than my mind.

My commitment is to be truthful, fair and candid to the extent I can stand the heat. I hope this provides some interesting reading, if only for myself...

Just filled out a little of my profile, but I have lived a reasonably long and varied life, so more to come. Oddly, I didn't put in my birth year, even though (or because) I am closer to the big sic...sic...six-ooooh than I care to discuss!

Analyzing this, I can remember at least two times in my life when I was seriously out of step with society:

One, the dichotomy of my marriage and subsequent bachelorhood. 25 years is a long time. Longer still, when "free, easy and safe" love was de rigueur for single women determined to prove their equality. But what do I walk into when once again single? The specter of HIV, and justifiably skittish women - and, with nothing left to prove! Rats.

Two, I was taught to be courteous and respectful of my elders, period. And, I was a model of that for the years of my youth and beyond, only to arrive at "elder" at a time when the term has no perks, being regarded by the young almost as a disease.

So, I suppose if venerable was a working word, I probably would be proud of surviving to this wonderful time of life. As it now stands, however, I think I will continue to avoid the birth year, and go buy some haircolor...