Reflections

First, I must unequivocally write that I love my wife with all my heart.

I told her that as we sat in the room this past week, a fire in the fireplace, wine in our glasses, watching the Pacific Ocean waves roll over the breakwater, assaulting the jagged cliffs, crashing and cascading over the rocks, spume blown high by the rough winds as the sun began to set.

This was a celebration of our first anniversary together. I told her two very necessary things: I wish I’d met her earlier in life — (what an adventure we could have had to this point!) and that the best thing I’d ever done in my life was to marry her and commit to her.

The past week seemed simply to fly in a literal rush. I’ve noticed this to be so true: the older you get, the swifter Life appears to thrust precious moments by your face. We try to savor and open ourselves to each an every experience but, upon reflection, those memories are more fleeting with every year. Such is the nature of aging.

We drove back to my cabin last night with some additional passengers (that story being saved for another post!) and, after the requisite unpacking and laundry, my wife had to drive down the hill for her own home in the valley today. Even before she left, I missed her.

Life is fleeting and it but so precious. She asked me earlier in the relationship: why so many photographs when we go on a trip? I replied then and now: memories. When I no longer may have my internal images, I will have these external images to help me smile. And recall. My cabin is festooned with photographs of trips with my elderly father, my older brothers, and a myriad number of images of my wife. Because that is how I want it to be.

It had snowed some more while we were gone, and we heard the plow truck making its rounds very early this morning. I got up once last night: the thermometer read 25-degrees. Today, Saturday, never became bright; the precipitation alternated between fine mist and slanting rain. Even as I write this post gazing out the second floor window, I can see the rain transitioning to puffs of snow. Even in the most recent few minutes, these puffs have gotten fluffier and thicker. No mistake: the snow is falling, much heavier now.

Some images from my trip to the Fornicalia coast on my first anniversary:

BZ

A Few Points

This is our final day on the coast; we’ll be leaving this ocean town Friday morning and driving back up to my cabin in the Sierra Nevadas. Unfortunately, but expectedly, I’ve contracted my wife’s blooming illness and have a sore throat of biblical proportions, sore joints, aches, feeling like I’ve been hit by a runaway Peterbilt. Yesterday was gorgeous; beautiful blue skies for a time. Today the wind is up, the seas are very rough, and we both were in no condition to board a whalewatching boat — much to our very great disappointment.

I’ll still see if I can enter a few photos from the trip on this particular post (nope, won’t let me).

In the meantime, some points I’ve noticed over the past day . . .

1. McCain’s Alleged Indiscretion With Lobbyist
This story first surfaced in 2000. The New York Times just re-released the story Thursday, which indicated:

Mr. McCain, 71, and the lobbyist, Vicki Iseman, 40, both say they never had a romantic relationship. But to his advisers, even the appearance of a close bond with a lobbyist whose clients often had business before the Senate committee Mr. McCain led threatened the story of redemption and rectitude that defined his political identity.

Mr. McCain said that the relationship was not romantic and that he never showed favoritism to Ms. Iseman or her clients. “I have never betrayed the public trust by doing anything like that,” he said. He made the statements in a call to Bill Keller, the executive editor of The New York Times, to complain about the paper’s inquiries.

If this was an issue way back in 2000, there is only one reason to bring it to the surface this week: an attempt to sabotage McCain due to his recent strength in the polls.
Even the massively Left-leaning The New Republic thinks the NYT story is shabby:

The story is filled with awkward journalistic moves–the piece contains a collection of
decade-old stories about McCain and Iseman appearing at functions together and concerns voiced by McCain’s aides that the Senator shouldn’t be seen in public with Iseman–and departs from the Times’ usual authoritative voice.

I find this reprehensible. If you wish to disagree with McCain, do so by the obvious methods: attack him on his politics, on the facts. Disagreeing with McCain, pointing out his flaws is akin to shooting fish in a barrel — yes, that easy. That he had an alleged “affair” according to unnamed sources is puerile and transparent.

2. Bush: More Money To Mexico via the Merida Initiative
Perhaps too little too late (after all, I’ve been out of the info and political pipeline for over a week), I heard on TV recently that President Bush is sending $500,000 to Mexico — which, it turns out, is actually $1.4 billion — in the HOPES that it will be used in the “fight against drug cartels.”

Once again (this is such a bleating complaint — when will it end?), President Bush: what in the hell are you thinking? Mexico’s government is just about as stable and trustworthy as that of present-day Cuba, even with Fidel gone.

Then, to make matters even more insane, Mexican President Felipe Calderon said in re the funding:

MEXICO CITY: President Felipe Calderon on Wednesday accused U.S. presidential candidates of “swaggering, macho and anti-Mexican” posturing and warned the U.S. Congress not to impose conditions on a $1.4 billion anti-drug aid package.

“The only theme in the (U.S.) electoral campaign is to compete to see who can be the most swaggering, macho and anti-Mexican,” Calderon told a local radio station, Enfoque. He did not name any particular candidate or party.

But wait; his comments portray the height of arrogance:

Calderon also appeared to reject any added conditions on a proposed $1.4 billion U.S. anti-drug aid package that had been negotiated with American officials, saying, “I cannot accept any submission or subordination.”

The penultimate arrogance:
I need that technology,” Calderon said. “Give it to me. And give it to me without conditions.”

I cannot find any reaction to those sentences that wouldn’t include every F-and-S word extant.

I have an idea: why don’t we just cut to the proverbial chase?

Calderon wants to run our country. Mexico’s plans are to simply override American demographics — after all, “demography is prophecy” — and flood this country with illegal Mexican invaders. Most average Mexican citizens simply believe that it’s nothing more than the re-taking of what the United States took from them, and that they have every right (and not just a right, an obligation) to Reconquista. Let’s just cave in totally, step away from all our political offices and buildings and let Mexicans and Mexico do what they will with the nation.

I don’t believe most would label me an inherent “Bush-Basher” but, by logical extension, how is it that I may support the president when he continues to literally give away my tax dollars and my country?

BZ

All Is Well?

Alas, I have been terribly out of the news and politics loop since late last week. I apologize for the dearth of blog posts.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it is pushing 6 pm Pacific as I gaze out at the Pacific. Ocean, that is. I can hear the harbor fog horn though tonight, the first night since we’ve been here, we’ll actually see a sunset. I’ve taken a few photos and shall attempt to reproduce them here, if I can find my Memory Stick-to-USB converter. The wind kicked up today producing whitecaps. Our hotel room, on the top floor, overlooks a bay inlet guarded by ragged cliffs. Very protected, well chosen, perfect for its small fishing fleet and expanding fleet of whale-watching tour boats. I hope the weather holds so that we might board a tour boat this coming Thursday. I’d love nothing more than to take some actual photos of the whales migrating!

Unfortunately, my wife contracted a bad cold just before we left — which turned into bronchitis, a sinus infection and a double inner ear infection. The doctor she visited yesterday, in this very small town, was wonderful, caring, thorough — everything you’d want but least expect in a town of this size. I myself saw this same doctor today because she insisted I come in — communicable as my wife’s condition is. Kaiser would certainly never have treated me this kindly and considerately.

She’s feeling better, so I arranged for a 90-minute deep tissue couples massage tomorrow. This is one of my wife’s favorite things. Mine too. She’s my sweetheart, so I have to show her!

Back To Reality:
In the meantime, perhaps you’ve heard or read about the beef recalls from the ranch in Chino, Fornicalia? Both Jack In The Box and In And Out get their beef from this source. There is much more to this story that the media is not covering. Such as the USDA not doing its job. On a number of levels. Things the USDA and various other authorities do not want you to know.

A Big Ferret has told me these things. A Big Ferret that could get into trouble if it barks too loudly and draws attention.

If you think I should do so, I shall attempt to convince this LF to provide more information.

There are also notations of interest in the Bird Flu realm — things you are purposely not being told, things “released to the public” but not covered by 99% of the media.

White Nose Syndrome is hitting bats in the New York and Massachusetts. Bats eat insects. Do the math.

We now return you to Life, which is already in progress.

BZ

P.S.
Well, so much for my being able to make easy paragraphs on this computer — or for posting photos as well, which it will not allow me to do, dammit! But wait, there’s a knock on our door — the pizza delivery guy is here! Later!

small note

The wife and I are going to be celebrating our first wedding anniversary; I got her a week at her favorite hotel on the coast, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and a full massage at a local spa. Shhh, don’t tell her! We’re taking her laptop so I hope to blog in the dark of night when she’s asleep. If I don’t make many posts for a week, you’ll know why.

BZ