dual personalities

Month: May, 2021

We’ll rally round the flag, boys

by chuckofish

Happy Memorial Day!

Hope you were able to get out and about this weekend. We buzzed over to Washington, MO and walked around a bit and ate lunch, but it was a blustery, cold, overcast day and not really conducive to hanging out.

We went home and opened a bottle of rosé in the Florida Room. However, Mother Nature intruded traumatically on our wine time. A large hawk flew into the forsythia bushes bordering the south windows, pounced on some small creature (which screamed) and then crashed into the metal wall. We jumped up and saw the hawk on the ground as it collected itself and finished off the poor creature (a baby rabbit? a bird?). It then flew into the neighbor’s yard and tore into its victim as we watched. Homicide: Life in the Backyard.

Yikes. Nature red in tooth and claw indeed. Murder and mayhem is literally all around us. I suppose it is good to be reminded of this once in a while. I remember the boy being traumatized at age 6 or 7 when he watched his cat tease and torture a baby rabbit it had caught. He chased the cat away, but lesson learned. House pets are not that far removed from their jungle cousins.

That memory in turn reminded me of the time that same cat was languidly resting in a tree (lion style) on a branch that hung over the driveway. My children frolicked in the back yard. I was watching from an upstairs window when a large black lab trotted up the driveway. The cat went on alert and when the dog was directly below him, he pounced on its back, scaring the bejesus out of the dog, who took off running. The cat was all like, take that, you big dog, walking up my driveway and threatening my children. His behavior was a revelation to me. I had no idea that a cat would defend/protect its territory like that. Maybe he just felt like scaring a dog, but I liked and admired him a lot more after that.

Sunday was a beautiful day, clear and in the 70s with a light breeze. We went to our favorite winery in Hillsboro, Wild Sun, and sat in the sun, listened to live music and drank a bottle of wine. We packed a picnic and brought my new portable table. Perfect.

Not as into it as we were.

Meanwhile little Katiebelle is being appropriately indoctrinated.

Can’t wait to see her on Wednesday! Have a great day today and don’t forget why you have the day off.

P.S. Here’s a little something to take you reeling nostalgically back to middle school. RIP BJ Thomas:

“I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough”*

by chuckofish

It was a busy week at work, and I was still getting over that cold. I went to the dentist, which is always a joy and a half. And I went in to my office on Thursday for various reasons and met with my assistant whom I had not seen in almost a year. We commiserated about our COVID weight gain. It is a mad world.

But, what ho, it is a three-day weekend and that in itself is something to celebrate. And we have Memorial Day to consider. I plan to watch They Were Expendable (1945) which has become one of my favorite war movies.

There is nothing remotely sentimental about this movie and its depiction of war. John Ford is admirably restrained. The American war machine is in retreat, as one by one the islands of the Philippines are seized by the Japanese. No help is coming, no one will save them, they are on their own. But we know who will win.

I watched Wee Willie Winkie (1937) the other night. Shirley Temple, Victor McLaglan, Caesar Romero as Khoda Khan–and also directed by John Ford–pretty great.

Grown men cry and whales blubber.

This was an interesting article. A celebration and lament over science. I concur.

Daughter #1 is coming home today and we will find some roof deck or winery on/at which to hang out. (The other grandparents are back in town so the twins and their parents will be otherwise occupied at their weekend abode.) The weather should be conducive to hanging out. Maybe I can get some sun on a part of my body other than the tops of my feet.

Enjoy the long weekend! Look up! Pray for the day ahead. Pray that you might bring glory to God, in thought, word and deed. Thank God that his mercies are new every morning. Thank God that his grace is sufficient for all situations that you may encounter.

*I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman, whose birthday is May 31

Stand tall, think tall, smile tall, live tall*

by chuckofish

This week, Katie has had a pretty wild physical leap. She is really going for it all the time. When she crawls, she seems to have this accelerator button that can send her off a triple speed across the floor. When she cruises, she’ll let go and pivot to a new piece of furniture fearlessly. And she has even done a bit of push-walking, opening the gate to her pen.

Plus, she’s just bigger. It occurred to me that in addition to growing a bit, she might just be standing up tall. We used to comment on her great posture as a sitter, and now I notice how straight she keeps her back when standing. Much better than her mommy, really!

Of course her name is Susie!

This observation called to mind the classic from our days at summer camp, William H. Danforth’s I Dare You!, which has inspiring and quotable lines such as

I am on a voyage of discovery. I search for those of you who will go on a great adventure. I am looking for you, one of the audacious few, who will face life courageously, ready to strike at the heart of anything that is keeping you from your best; you intrepid ones behind whom the world moves forward.

…but which also talks about liver twists and other minor references that can really bond 23-year-old camp counselors.

Anyway, my point is that Katie is, so far, one of the audacious few, who is really facing life as a one-year-old courageously.

She also has a top tooth coming in, which is dampening her smile-tall spirits a bit. (Not that you can tell from these pictures.) Poor baby! Good thing Motrin exists, and frozen washcloths, and mommy or daddy shoulders on which to lean. But you can’t keep Katie down for too long, really.

*from Danforth’s scheme of four-fold living

“Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan”

by chuckofish

I was inspired by my mother’s blog post (and a suggestion from my brother) to do a Bob Dylan lyrics quiz. Of course, it isn’t quite the same as movie quotes, but maybe it will inspire you to dig out the old Bob Dylan records/YouTube.

Bob is the best. Confounding the media for decades. A master of the rhyming dictionary. But you can also totally tell that the Holy Spirit is at work in him. Anyway, take a gander at these quotes and see which you can identify (most of them have spoiler alerts). I could obviously have a post that goes on and on and on…but I’ll resist the temptation slash save it for another day.

I love his expression.

All the people we used to know

They’re an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter’s wives

Don’t know how it all got started

I don’t what they do with their lives

But me, I’m still on the road

Heading for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in blue

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him he calls you, you can’t refuse

When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other time it’s only me

I am hanging in the balance of a finished plan

Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

Well, I try my best to be just like I am

But everybody wants you to be just like them

They say, “Sing while you slave” and I just get bored

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don’t need a weather man

To know which way the wind blows

You may be a construction worker working on a home

You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome

You might own guns and you might even own tanks

You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted

Can’t help but wonder what’s happenin’ to my companions

Are they lost or are they found?

Have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down

All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon?

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time

Far past the frozen leaves

The haunted frightened trees

Out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

With one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea

Circled by the circus sands

With all memory and fate

Driven deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today until tomorrow

So long honey babe

Where I’m bound, I can’t tell

Goodbye is too good a word, babe

So I just say fare thee well

I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind

You could have done better but I don’t mind

You just kinda wasted my precious time

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

“Baby sister, I was born game and I intend to go out that way.”

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of John Wayne (1907-1979), so I thought another Pop Quiz was in order. Can you name the movie from which each J.W. quotation below comes? List your answers in the Comments section and I’ll post the answers later today.

Well, I used to be a good cowhand. But, things happen.

You’re not quite “Army” yet, miss… or you’d know never to apologize… it’s a sign of weakness.

Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; *you* pick it up.

SADDLE UP.

Get a shovel and my Bible. I’ll read over him.

The Apaches, sir, are neither to the north nor the east. Nor are they in their encampment. But if you’da been watching the dust swirls to the south, like most of us, you’d see that they’re right there! [points to the Apaches coming over the rise]

–Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna…

–Ride, boldly ride? Well, it don’t work out that way.

Listen Brick, for years I’ve been taking your fatherly advice, and it’s never been any good. So from now on, I’m strictly a one man band!

Injun will chase a thing till he thinks he’s chased it enough. Then he quits. Same way when he runs. Seems like he never learns there’s such a thing as a critter that’ll just keep comin’ on. So we’ll find ’em in the end, I promise you. We’ll find ’em. Just as sure as the turnin’ of the earth.

–You’re a rich man, Burdette… big ranch, pay a lot of people to do what you want ’em to do. And you got a brother. He’s no good but he’s your brother. He committed twenty murders you’d try and see he didn’t hang for ’em.

–I don’t like that kinda talk. Now you’re practically accusing me…

–Let’s get this straight. You don’t like? I don’t like a lot of things. I don’t like your men sittin’ on the road bottling up this town. I don’t like your men watching us, trying to catch us with our backs turned. And I don’t like it when a friend of mine offers to help and twenty minutes later he’s dead! And i don’t like you, Burdette, because you set it up.

If you say “three,” mister, you’ll never hear the man count “ten.”

Well, Perlie, you old hayshaker… looks like you got me…

I won’t be wronged, I won’t be insulted, and I won’t be laid a hand on. I don’t do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.

P.S. In other news, yesterday was the 80th birthday of one of my other heroes, Bob Dylan.

God loves you and I love you, Bob. Happy birthday! Did you know that there is an Institute for Bob Dylan Studies at the University of Tulsa? Neither did I. Anyway, I feel a good long BD sing-a-long coming on. I contain multitudes.

Today, by the way, is the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) and I will toast him tonight. Have a great day and “write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year…”

”Oh the white tops are a rollin’ rollin’, and the big wheels keep on turnin’”*

by chuckofish

I hope you had a lovely weekend. I puttered around, planted some more annuals in pots on the patio, trimmed ivy, tidied up the house so that the wee twins could wreck havoc in it again…the usual.

The highlight was going to my new church with the boy and getting to spend a few hours together–an unusual thing since he is almost always working or in the midst of twin-created havoc. We had coffee afterwards at Bread Co. and had a real conversation. Super. Nice.

I watched some PGA tour action on TV and a couple of good movies, including Stagecoach (1939) and Wagon Master (1950), both directed by John Ford.

Stagecoach is, without a doubt, 96 of the best minutes ever put on film. Orson Welles called it textbook filmmaking and he was right. It is tops in storytelling, character development, acting, action, romance, cinematography, score–it has it all.

Wagon Master is also about a (bigger) bunch of misfits (Mormons, outlaws and stranded medicine show con artists) going on a journey and meeting up with impediments along the way. Even without John Wayne or, really, any star, it is a lyrical yarn with meaty characters, beautifully photographed.

I recommend them both, and seeing them together, is an interesting and worthwhile undertaking.

I also re-read a good bit of Harry Carey Jr.’s memoir about his life as an actor in the John Ford “stock company” which was somewhat enlightening about the behind-the-scenes goings-on of making Wagon Master and other Ford movies. John Ford was an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, as they say. But he sure made good movies.

The wee twins came over Sunday night and annoyed the OM and even prompted me to give them another mini lecture on the doctrine of total depravity. They look innocent enough, but…

We had fun, of course, and the boy got a second helping of tortellini.

And so, sleepy, cowpokes, goodnight.

*Travis and Sandy, singing in Wagon Master.

“Every field wears a bonnet/ With some spring daisies on it”*

by chuckofish

Is it Friday? I was sick most of the week with a cold, coming up for air between doses of Dayquil to go to Zoom meetings as needed. Fun City.

I am not sure how I caught a cold. It must have been that Mother’s Day kiss from the boy…(You will recall that he was sick last weekend)…

Anyway, I will be taking it easy this weekend. Hopefully I’ll get to see the wee twins; they do liven up my rather dull existence. Not that I don’t rejoice in my drab life. (I certainly do.)

In history news–U.S. Army Captain Meriwether Lewis and his partner William Clark officially departed from St. Charles, Missouri on May 22 in 1804. It might be time to dust off The Far Horizons (1955) with Charlton Heston and Fred MacMurray as the explorers and Donna Reed realistically cast as Sacajawea.

In other news, Dr. Jane Goodall, DBE, founder of the Jane Goodall Institute, UN Messenger of Peace and world-renowned ethologist and conservationist, was announced as the winner of the 2021 Templeton Prize. Established by the late global investor and philanthropist Sir John Templeton, it is given “to honor those who harness the power of the sciences to explore the deepest questions of the universe and humankind’s place and purpose within it. Unlike Goodall’s past accolades, the Templeton Prize specifically celebrates her scientific and spiritual curiosity. The Prize rewards her unrelenting effort to connect humanity to a greater purpose and is the largest single award that Dr. Goodall has ever received.”

She got that right–quoting 1 Corinthians 13:12.

And I love this writer. A broom and a tax collector, indeed.

So anyway, have a nice day, if you like that sort of thing.

*Johnny Mercer, “Spring, Spring, Spring”

The temperature’s rising, it isn’t surprising*

by chuckofish

We continue to trudge through the workweek one day at a time. I am in the midst of hiring and onboarding faculty and issuing contracts for next year — just after wrapping up our budget. It is thrilling not at all what I am trained to do. But in two weeks, Katie will be one year old, and I am getting very excited for this milestone. I only have 8 more business days to endure until my vacation time, when my mom will join me to celebrate.

Until then, we will make the most of the sunny weather and the “almost-summer” vibe that is percolating. This means…

Ice cream cones…

“Insert mind blown emoji here”

Shortalls…

“I’m over pants.”

yes, responsible sun protection…

“Who authorized this alternative to my bonnet?”

and patio happy hours.

“Yes, I am the queen of this streatery.”

Another weekend approaches, and we are ready!!

*are you singing, “We’re having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave” to yourself yet?

“No more pencils, no more books.”

by chuckofish

Well, happy Wednesday. The Legislative session is over and the Capitol has returned to its sleepy state. Life has a very school’s out for the summer vibe. The two dudes at the top of the office food chain both independently scheduled the exact same vacation that begins today. So, let’s just say, I am not complaining.

Of course, I have plenty of big projects that need starting/wrapping up–so hopefully I can get some serious work done in the ensuing quiet (God willing) days.

I spent today working on some talking points that I thought were for an event speaking to a Boy Scout Troop. I put in some extra effort on them because I thought I could re-purpose them other future events with kids. When I sent them to the bossman, I was informed that the audience was, in fact, not a a group of children, but a group of adults attending a fundraiser for said scout troop. [insert face palm emoji]. A co-worker was like, “what if he hadn’t read them and got up in front of adults with remarks for a group of kids!”

At least the bossman liked my joke about green shorts.

Anyway, in other news, my mother reminded me that I forgot to mention last week that when Lottie came over she excitedly handed me this donut pillow. After spotting it at Target, she apparently told her mother, “Aunt Mary likes donuts!!” I was touched.

And I think it looks just perfect next to my Jonathan Adler pagoda pillow, don’t you?

The bird is safest in its nest

by chuckofish

It rained yesterday and last night. Things will clear up, but probably not before Thursday.

Maybe the rain will wash away the pollen which is wrecking havoc with my allergies. I have a sore throat and runny nose and lots of work to do. No fun.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;

Home-keeping hearts are happiest,

For those that wander they know not where

Are full of trouble and full of care;

       To stay at home is best.

Weary and homesick and distressed,

They wander east, they wander west,

And are baffled and beaten and blown about

By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;

       To stay at home is best.

Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;

The bird is safest in its nest;

O’er all that flutter their wings and fly

A hawk is hovering in the sky;

       To stay at home is best.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow