Loyal Readers, these fine looking creatures are Phil, Skidoo and, of course, Jack. Phil is Katie's young man, whom she met at summer camp when she was about 13. This picture was taken last summer in Phil and Kate's Manhattan apartment. Jack broke out in hives about a half hour later because he is allergic to cats, but I digress.
When I was pregnant for Jack, we were trying to pick out a name for him on the drive up to drop the girls at camp that summer. Kate and Meg went to Forest Lake Camp every summer for years, first as campers and later as counsellors. Kate and Meg were in the back seat, Chris and a very pregnant BloomingtonGirl in the front. We made lists and voted on potential names for Jack, whose name, for some reason, while in utero, was "Spud". Each had the right to veto one name, no matter how popular it was with the rest of the family. Chris and I both liked the name Philip. I liked it quite a lot, actually. But Kate and Meg vetoed it because of the "Phil from camp". I don't remember specifically what their complaint about the camp Phil was, but I do remember the emphatic "Eeewww Phil Shipper!" A few years later, Phil Shipper would take the train up from Manhattan to attend Katie's high school graduation party and a romance woudl began. Funny how things work out...
In other news, I worked hard on the McGary Christmas card today and I am happy to report that I don't think it will sink me like last year's did. If you aren't on our mailing list and wish to be, email me with your address and I will add you.
Lately, when blogging, I start out with many ideas to write about. Then, after a few paragrahs, I just run out of steam and can't seem to find witty words for any of those ideas, which, when writing them, seem tired. But, I'll give it a whirl here and see where it takes us.
Yesterday, in the Kroger parking lot, I saw a bumper sticker that said, "My son is fighting for our freedom". My first thought was, "Yeah. Think what you like, Lady. Your son is fighting for oil, plain and simple." But, to be fair, if my kid were in Iraq or Afghanistan, I suppose that I would want to believe that he was there for some high minded purpose like Freedom, whatever that means these days.
Your BloomingtonGirl has become very sad about the situation in the world and our country's part in it, not to mention completely distrustful of and cynical about our government, its processes and elections. I write my congressmen somewhat often to express my views. (I don't always agree with him but Indiana Republican Senator Richard Lugar gives BY FAR the most thoughtful and intelligent responses, compared to our other Senator Evan Bayn and our district's Democrat Congressional Rep, that ninny Baron Hill.) I also try to conserve energy and make thoughtful purchases that won't promote the abuse of children in foreign countries and drain jobs out of this one (that is a recent and small but growing effort, sometimes hamstrung by fashion needs), but I have to say that my outlook for the future (when I really make myself think about it) is pretty grim. Add Global Warming to the mix and I can get pretty anxious and negative.
Since your BloomingtonGirl is not at all interested in being anxious and negative - especially about things completely out of her control, she has decided to live, for the most part, with her head in the sand. Figuratively, of course. I don't that having one's head in the sand would benefit one's actual complexion. And, we all know how concerned your BloomingtonGirl is with hers.
In other news, I had a pleasant surprise email the other day. A very long lost and lovely friend living in Lille looked me up on the internet and found my blog. Now, we are back in touch again! Isn't the internet grand?