Unexpectedly, it was snowing here in January. Now Portland, Oregon's weather is sunny, the envy of our friends in New York drenched with rain over the past week. The two cities seem to have exchanged climates.
It's been too busy since we arrived to think about blogging. But today I read the last two posts at TimeGoesBy. Reading her responses to the prevalence of Blackberries on her visit to Manhattan was timely. My daughter's Blackberry was next to me at the breakfast table. Left there as she took the baby up for a nap. I never get over how tiny the keys are.
But I have seen it's utility. Last week a call from a broker while we were on the playground with Zoe. Nice to have a cellphone. Needing to make arrangements for her to show someone our apartment, we were impressed by how she could receive call and email on her little device. "Now I get it," told my daughter.
Of course it's all so speeded up--faxes for contract exchanges were added to the mix. I guess these innovations are more appealing when they facilitate something important to me. But no Black or Blue or Redberries in my future--too much to keep track of along with my knittng.
Today's TGB, a tidy listing to terms around the healthcare debacle plus concise explanations of what is at stake, sparked an "Aha" moment. Here is why we will not get a single payer plan or even a very useful "public" option. It would mean that all Americans would be joined in a way that would threaten what is so important in our political system today: how to keep groups of us at odds with one another.
Think of it. Medicare for all, for example, reduces the conflict between older and younger people. Our energy might be directed toward making a better national health system rather than setting up old people's entitlements versus those of children.
What would keep the Repubs and Dems going? They'd have to be thoughtful--finally answer why only Congressmen and Congresswomen were entitled to the best healthcare benefits. And that might lead to, oh you remember the term, Democracy.
All my love and thanks for all the places we've been, crises we've survived, children and grandchildren we've loved...
...and your great patience in teaching me too many things to list...what I've learned from your pleasure in sharing with everyone who comes within your range.
All of us look forward to many more June tenths with you--
most especially yours truly ...
Noticing the abandoned books Claude snapped as she walked along the Seine, I was reminded of my found copy of "Les Anglais" by Andre Maurois. The book was sitting on the bookshelf in our basement laundry room. A 1935 edition (original 1927), it had been discarded by a local university, still had the library pocket at the back. A useful prop to illustrate our washing space and its sensibilities, shaped by the past fifty years in the life of Morningside Gardens.
Couple of years ago, the co-op changed vendors, updated many of the machines. Due to much unhappiness that the Extractor had not been equally honored, a new one was found. (The look of this one seems only slightly updated from the previous one and I could find none similar in a Google search).
Ron and I have had to come to a meeting of the minds on extracting as a useable
pursuit. Yes, it cuts down the time in the dryer but it shortens the life of sheets. We use if for towels, jeans.
One downside of the change was the removal of the functional and ugly bookcase. Again, much complaint brought a smaller unit on one wall. Not a chance anymore to contemplate my neighbors' tastes via the range of magazines/books/catalogs. We were delighted to have a second oversize dryer (right) added to the amenities.
Lydia at Writerquake will probably wonder why I've missed the chance to include here some of the well-preserved sepia photos in the book--sheep grazing and a Communist rally in Hyde Park (separate pages). I was surprised by two in particular--women undergraduates at Oxford and another of women carrying signs "National Unemployed Women March To London" (with the phrase "calme et la dignite" in the caption). Perhaps I'll scan some of them before I return the book to the laundry room shelf.
Maurois was well-acquainted with the English through working with them in World War One and spending time in England. Not able to read French, I miss what scholars describe as his bemusement and curiosity about Les Anglais. Some of how the French regard the English comes through in a contemporary way in today's NY Times article "The British Are Leaving."
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