the pattyo

I’m not going to blog a lot right now, but I thought I’d at least pop in and show my face (or my words). I have nothing of import to say. And I have given up whining. How ’bout that?

But … I will be going to The Giants game this week, and isn’t that fun news? It will be even more fun if The Giants win. (The last two games haven’t exactly been winning examples.)
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… with self-absorption. Time to stop whining. Time to stop writing about me, me, me.

So pardon my absence, but I’m going to take time off from this site for at least a week. Maybe longer.

Time will tell.
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I’m
a Gryffindor!

I honestly wasn’t trying to choose the answers to become a Gryffindor. I just answered honestly. Because I’m an honest sort.

Meanwhile back in the real world …
on and off I’ve been tooting away on the oboe. I’m going through reeds. They are all saying they want to retire. Only four shows to go, reeds … you can do it!

I’m just not sure that I can!

No … bad attitude. I know I can do these last four. I know I can get that note. I know it I know it I know it I know it ….

;-)
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Today is “Rat Catcher’s Day”.

Aren’t you glad you know that now?

I suspect we have rats in our ivy on the side of the house. My dream: have the ivy cut back and put in cement so the ivy can’t easily (and far too quickly) climb up the side of the house, and so that we can actually walk down that side of the house.

I can dream, can’t I?

Anyway, go catch a few rats in celebration.
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Only 3 days of driving. Only 4 shows.

51/4 :-)
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Beloved, we are always in the wrong,
Handling so clumsily our stupid lives,
Suffering too little or too long,
Too careful even in our selfish loves;

The decorative manias we obey
Die in grimaces round us every day,
Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice
Which utters an absurd command—Rejoice.

W.H. Auden, “In Sickness and in Health”

I “borrowed” this from Terry Teachout, as he posted it yesterday.
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Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It’d really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

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… by something that happened yesterday in San Francisco.

As always, there are panhandlers up near the Curran. Mostly we walk by without even acknowledging them, which troubles me a bit, but I honestly don’t know what else to do.

But yesterday a youngish looking man asked for money as he sat huddled in his blanket. I shook my head as always (if I do anything at all, that is), and continued walking. But part of me wanted to give him money.

Why? Why did I want to give him something when I haven’t felt that compulsion before?

Well, here’s the part that bugs me.

It’s because he was good looking. And I don’t understand my reaction. It certainly bugs me. The guy reminded me of Rich Mullins actually. (Those of you who know me well know I was a big Rich Mullins fan. He was one of the few CCM singers I could stand. Then he went and died in a horrible car accident. I still don’t understand that one either.)

And so I was annoyed with myself.

Am I that shallow? Yes. I guess I am.

Why should I want to give something to someone merely based on what he or she looks like? Is someone’s value based on how they look? Of course not. But somehow while I say and write that I don’t exactly follow it, do I?

So there’s my confession for the day. (Aaargh. Pride yesterday, this today. Perhaps I should begin a confession blog?!)

The homeless situation in San Francisco is really awful. As we walk to our parking garage there are people in sleeping bags on the sidewalks. There are some pretty crazy sounding people yelling at each other sometimes. It’s quite a mess. And I don’t know if there’s a solution to this whole thing.
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… but don’t be. (I’ve merely deleted this post. It was unnecessary.)
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