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Friday, November 16, 2007 ( 1:12 PM ) Elinor Dashwood The Tall Kid has turned into a dynamo. He's a fairly typical middle child in that he's very reliable and doesn't make havoc in the family. Until now, his usual MO has been to do his job and his schoolwork with an efficiency that leaves him a remarkable amount of unstressed free time. Lately, however, he has taken up political organizing in a way that simply staggers me. He found out where to get petitions to collect signatures to get his candidate on the ballot, and the exact conditions and instructions for making that notoriously challengeable operation valid. He has spent several days at work, on campus, and in other public places, in rain and shine, filling several petitions, and found a notary (a free one, even) to get them attested to and submitted. He does all these things that I wouldn't have known how to do at his age, and wouldn't have the energy to do at mine. What is more, and for which I'm sincerely grateful, he doesn't make home a perfect Gehenna of nagging argument, in spite of the fact that Cacciaguida and I aren't altogether in sympathy with his candidate's views. All in all, I'm amazed. I wonder if he'll ever run for office himself? If he keeps being active, sooner or later somebody is bound to urge him to run. He's intelligent, articulate, industrious, and - very important in electoral politics - handsome and tall. Also he has great hair, which shouldn't matter but does, and the only remotely embarrassing thing he's ever done in his entire life has been to dye it black once, largely to make people jump. (It worked on me.) Now I come to think of it, he's obviously a natural. # Sunday, November 11, 2007 ( 10:02 PM ) Elinor Dashwood Oh, b-rother . . . John at the Inn At the End of the World blogs a message from his pastor: On another note, I have already spoken to our Bishop, and we have good news: Bishop Brown, with all his love/charity and care, is going to allow us to have the Tridentine Mass here, starting with the First Sunday of Advent (December 02, 2007). Now, as I understand our excellent Pope Benedict XVI's liturgical depth charge, it isn't necessary to get the bishop's permission to celebrate the Tridentine Mass. I suppose Bp. Brown knows this and is giving parishes leave to do it so that they don't point out to him that his opinion in the matter is surplus to requirements. This sort of statement is generally accompanied by the kind of unmirthful smile which in my youth was described by a rather indelicate hyphenated adjective. # Thursday, November 08, 2007 ( 9:45 PM ) Elinor Dashwood Conversazione chez Cacciaguida: Cacciaguida: What's happened to the toothpaste? It isn't in the bathroom. Elinor: It's in the living room. Cacciaguida: What's it doing in the living room? Elinor: I was using it there. Cacciaguida: You were brushing your teeth in the living room? Elinor: No, of course not. A CD was skipping. Cacciaguida: Never mind, I'm sorry I asked. Elinor, in Walmart: Where would I find a glass pitcher, please? Walmart person: They're against the wall, in Furniture, ma'am. Elinor: The glass pitchers? In Furniture? Walmart person: The pitchers are against the wall. You get the glass when you buy the frame. Elinor: Walmart person: The glass comes along with the pitcher frame. Elinor: Ah. Where would I find a pitcher for iced tea? Walmart person: Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought you said pitcher. The pitchers are up front in Housewares. It's the pitchers that are against the wall in the Furniture department. Right alongside the pitcher frames. Elinor: Thanks very much! # |
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