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Sunday April 1, 2001
"Freedom is more than just a choice between alternatives; it is the right to determine the alternatives." Glen A. Dahlquist
cats with matching house
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fools rush in Daylight savings is sleep losing. It takes a while to get started. We decide to do the neighborhood. We head toward Ramsey Park. But we stop at Upper Crust for a snack. People drag babies, newspapers and their own coffee (?) into the bakery for the morning repast. We walk to 39 1/2. On the way a couple of cats (pictured today) fly to a window to defend their turf against our dogs. They seem to match the decor of the house. On the way back we see a guy I know using a weedeater to whack his entire yard. The rain has given weeds their day. Some places the weeds actually look attractive. And I don't mean the wildflower ones. The day's first entertainment is a matinée performance of Jerry Conn's Fools Rush In. Working with tap shoes and a piano player, he surveys love songs and fool songs and foolish love songs of the 30's, 40's and 50's. Johnny Mercer, Maurice Chevalier, old movies. Great lyrics. More elegant times. (In our minds, at least.) The evening's entertainment is Italian food and the Sopranos at our friend Steve's house. The food is good. Sausage and peppers. Chicken and peppers. Mozzarella and tomatoes. Salad. Eggplant and mushrooms. Very yummy. But Sopranos. Way too much titty bar. I get upset with the violence. But especially when it's fists and a twenty-year-old stripper. I think I walked out of a movie once for less. (Star 80? Something like that.) We dabble with watching The Practice after. Someone makes a rude comment about one of the stars who isn't thin. This inspires me to explain how attractive Clarista Flockheart (misspelled? I don't care.) is in Ally McBeal with her Biafran famine elbows and drawn face with too large mouth. My head is pounding from allergies. There is too much violence in the world. I'm not in the best of moods. There is news of our spy plane that China downed. Oh, great. A war with China? This inspires me to voice an opinion that's been simmering with me: why are the statues in Afghanistan getting all this press when the complete subjugation of women is no longer even news. As I understand it, women are all imprisoned in their homes there. It's their religion. Frankly, that is about 1,000 times more upsetting than blowing up another religion's icons. (Which is, admittedly, stupid.) I don't even find mention of this other, more fundamental, travesty in the many column inches devoted to saving, well, things. So...I'm lousy company. I get that way sometimes. Was it the allergies? The wine? The Sopranos?
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