A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
It's a bit of a shock to return to the newspaper after a weekend of music, friends, and reading actual books. The news you get on the streets feels a lot different from the news you read, watch, or hear in the media outlets.
Friday I visited downtown Waukesha to commiserate (or is that celebrate?) friend Darryl Enriquez's recent emancipation from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. While there, we talked to a small business owner who had just taken an equally generous retirement package from Harley Davidson.
It's almost time for school to begin again. Son Geo is moving out of the dorms and into a house in Madison with 7 or 8 other guys. The house also happens to be right across the street from Camp Randall.
Which is bliss for him but not so much for me. I remember those houses and what went on in them. It was all a lot of fun but not what a mother has in mind for her kids most of the time.
As one unhappy reader noted, I seem to be at a crossroads. Lots of company here, where people are trying to figure out which way to head as we move from the steadier lives we thought we had into an unpredictable future.
Sometimes, it's not such a bad place to be.
It used to make me crazy when people said "Oh, I'm so glad ________ isn't around to see this mess."
But lately, I've been thinking I'm so glad Mom's not here to be preyed upon by people who want to scare old people in order to preserve their own interests in healthcare and finance.
While visiting relatives yesterday, the conversation drifted from my nephew's masterful basement remodeling job to politics. Specificially, the politics of healthcare that we've been talking about here and in Tom Gaertner's blog.
Last Saturday night was a night nobody died in the streets outside the Wisconsin State Fair grounds.
The story might have been different. And all around the conservative blogosphere, people are wishing it had been.
When my sister and I were teenagers, someone kept peeping into our windows at night. We had a pretty good idea who it was. So did the police, but they never caught him in the act and couldn't do anything until they did.
My parents talked to his parents, who were indignant: their precious (though to the rest of us, creepy odd) son would never do such a thing.