Thursday, August 27, 2009

24 Hours...

Ok...I am going to irritate some people with this entry. I know some of my friends are going to be dismayed by my wading into a subject I could easily leave alone...but, this is what the blog-isphere is for...getting things out there so they stop swirling around in my brain. So, stop reading now if you don't want to know my opinion about a certain political bit of news this week. I promise to return to anecdotes about our life in Australia in my next entry.

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Many of my friends and family are aware of my conservative political views. BigDogDaddy gets particular enjoyment out of seeing me get wound up when I am asked my opinion about an issue that involves personal liberty and freedom. With his half-smile and raised eyebrow, he silently communicates..."Hey, you did ask her..." when those debating me look over to him. Well, I politely sat as a very sweet friend of mine, over lunch, waxed poetically about Ted Kennedy. I sipped my Coke Zero.... Then, she said, innocently, "As an American, I know you must agree." "Are you asking me what I thought of him? Because you won't like my answer." "Oh, absolutely!" she said. I mean who would criticize a Kennedy...

"My feelings about Ted Kennedy," I said, "come down to two words." "Which two?", she asked. "Twenty-four hours", I said. "This man, who had seen great tragedy and suffered great loss made a huge mistake by driving too fast and the wrong way down an unpaved road. We all make mistakes...even tragic ones. However, after his car plunged into a tidal basin off the island of Chappaquiddick, Kennedy swam to the shore and then, instead of calling for help from the nearby houses or phoning the police, sought help from his friends and his lawyer and hid in his hotel room all night."

"You and I are both mothers," I said. "Imagine not knowing where your daughter is for TWENTY-FOUR HOURS! Really, try to imagine that. It took Kennedy twenty-four hours to report the accident. Mary Jo Kopechne had to be FOUND in his car before he went to the authorities. I have told my children thousands of times that being a person of character means you do the right thing when no one is around. Kennedy's complete lack of character, in my mind, made him unworthy to serve the state of Massachussetts. Kennedy, through the benefit of his father Joe's whiskey deal he secured while serving as US Ambassador to the UK, would never have to work to provide food and shelter for his family. Why didn't he retire from public life and dedicate his life to serving our country by doing philanthropic work. He could have spent his time speaking out on the difficult battle many Americans wage against alcoholism. He could have lobbied Congress for stiffer sentences for drunk driving. He could have used his wealth to create foundations for the causes he believed in. True, the good people of Massachussets re-elected him after the incident, but a true man of character would never have offered himself up for another term."

I went on to tell her about my car accident in college. "As a passenger, the girl I was driving with made a sharp right turn into a shopping complex from the middle lane of a six-lane highway. My side of the car was creamed. As I went to the hospital, my father was answering the phone call of the girl's father, a bigwig from Connecticut. He told my dad that he had "been in touch" with his lawyer in case my family decided to sue. No, he didn't ask how I was, no, he didn't take any responsibility for his daughter's wacked out driving...he only thought of himself. A dear, beloved man I know, on the other hand, did get charged and convicted of a serious driving offence. He could have easily driven out of that state and avoid driving in that state forever...they probably wouldn't have found him, or he could serve out the punishment given to him. He was "scared and overwhelmed" just as Kennedy said he was after the incident. Well, this dear, beloved man showed up at his appointed time months later at the correctional institution to take responsibility for his actions. He told me he couldn't live with himself if he ran away what he had done. He showed his character. We all make mistakes, we all will get forgiveness when we ask, but we also have a responsibility to each other, ourselves and the God who made us to "make good" those things we have done wrong. Kennedy was never charged for his mistake. Many would say his battles for the "common man" overshadow his faults. I say, the common man would have served jail time for what he did."

"Twenty-four hours. You don't know where your daughter is for twenty-four hours. Someone does know. Someone knows she is lying upside down on the roof of a car at the bottom of a tidal river. The coroner thinks she found an air pocket that could have kept her alive for as long as three hours. Then, that someone goes on to say "Vote for me. I will be your leader and champion!" I have never wished the man harm and his ultimate judgement is not up to me, but I will not be joining you, my dear friend, in the laud and admiration of this man. Not today, not tomorrow. I will sit quietly and drink my Coke Zero and pray that those men and women who say "Vote for me. I will be your leader and champion!" have the character that we, Americans, deserve."

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Homecoming

Skierdude is coming home this weekend. He has learned a lot about being on his own these last three weeks. He didn't make his bed before the school day started...so he had to vacuum the dormitory and common areas. (He is the vacuumer in our house, so I'm sure it made him feel at home.) He and 5 other boys were late to class after lunch...they had to organize the storage room. He has turned in his laundry on time...it comes back magically folded. Cool how that happens. The snow last week was so heavy that Skierdude called during the day to tell me how big and beautiful the flakes were.

His care package included the most decadent, ridiculous and delicious of American foods...Chocolate chip pop-tarts and marshmallow fluff. (Thanks to www.usafoods.com.au) Many of his Aussie friends teased Skierdude about the unhealthiness of these products. He said they didn't turn down the chance to try the fluff on their toast, however. I also included pretzels and a new toothbrush....I do have a conscience. This latest one I sent, I included some JuicePlus tablets to ensure he is getting some vitamins from vegetables. I tucked them around the ski socks, poptarts and chewing gum.

Skierdude has gotten a chance to taste some new foods. He now loves poached and fried eggs. He loved fried rice. "It's good as long as you eat around the vegetables. It had egg on top." He has actually been eating lots of rice. Australians love curries: chicken curry, lamb curry, vegetable curry, etc.. These are NOT Skierdude's favorite. Curries are served over rice...hence, the large quantities of plain rice being consumed. As I told him, "Just add a little salt and some butter and rice is delish!" Food on the mountain at Thredbo is, as you can imagine, really, really expensive. Skierdude has had to learn to budget his weekly allowance and pack a sandwich that will fit in his pocket on the weekends. It's amazing how "un-picky" one can become when you have limited funds and an unlimited appetite...

On the home front, Ponygirl has decided to take a break from riding to attend ballet classes twice a week. The class follows the Royal Academy of Dance curriculum. It is extremely formal and she is learning quickly. She says she likes the barre work best because she can keep her balance much better. It should be a great experience. She is also finishing up her soccer season and has joined the Drama afterschool club.

The house is much quieter and I do not need to buy milk three days a week. I even have leftovers in the refrigerator. Stormy is doing his best to keep up the noise level. Whoever said cats are quiet and docile animals have not met Stormy. His favorite circuit course is to leap on top of the television, to the mantle above the fireplace and then fling himself onto the coffee table. I have been trying to set boundaries for him...it's not easy training a cat. He is getting better but a I think he probably does whatever he wants when we are not at home.

So, wish us well for this weekend. Skierdude's flight comes in at noon on Friday. I get to experience the fun of picking him up from the Sydney airport...just like the rest of Sydney-crazy busy, tons of impatient taxis, and exorbitant parking fees. Hopefully, Skierdude's parental units (us) won't be too micro-managing. He's been on his own for three whole weeks afterall....

New Aussie slang to add to your dictionary:

Fair dinkum- real, genuine.
Ex: We will have a fair dinkum Aussie Chrissie this year. (A real Australian Christmas.)

Matilda- bed roll, sleeping bag
Ex: Pack your matilda. (Imagine that phrase on a school packing list...)

Pom- an Englishman.

My favorite slang derived from this Pommy Towel (As dry as...): this refers to the supposed poor bathing habits (once a month) of Englishmen.
Ex: It's as dry as a pommey towel.

Another funny one: Pommey shower- to use deoderant
Ex: Don't forget to pommey shower.

I am always happy to add to one's high-brow vocabulary. Drop some of those phrases at your next dinner with the boss...