Reading between the signs

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by the Night Writer

Some folks are getting upset that “stimulus” money for road construction projects is also being used to post signs alongside the project that say “Funded By: American Recovery and Reinvestment Act, Barack Obama, President.” It’s a common enough political play (many a governor has done something similar within his/her state). The issue for me is one of truth in advertising, especially since much of the “stimulus” comes not from tax money on hand but from borrowed money, a significant portion of which comes from China.

The signs really ought to read:

“Made In China” or
“Your Children’s Tax Dollars at Work” or
“You Are Driving On the Road to Serfdom”

Since those signs as well cost money we should look for signs already on hand that succinctly reflects this administration’s sentiments:

yield_sign

(HT: Mr. D)

I’m just waiting on a friend

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Here’s an excerpt from a poem I wrote several years ago. I wrote it after my final visit to see my grandfather while he was stll alive, but this section is appropriate for the waiting we’re doing today.  The poem is called, “Just Waiting.”

And now, just waiting,

back at home I stand by another bedside,

listening to my wife breathe.

Undressing, I fit myself in beside her,

our heads touching, our arms

around each other, and we talk…

About the great moments of one’s life,

the excitement before a birthday,

the joy before a wedding,

and how these fall short of the momentous

anticipation and anxiety of the days leading up to

the birth of a child,

of going to bed wondering if this will be the night

that everything will change

and we awaken to bring forth a new life,

at once shuddering in both

the hope and the dread

of the joy that would be set before us

and the trial to be endured.

We also talk about the hope we have in Christ,

and of the days leading up to the joy/dread

in some distant but nearing future

when we go to bed wondering if that will be the night

that everything will change

and we awaken into new life.

Chugga chugga chugga chugga…

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So. I will be 41 weeks tomorrow. Yes, I know it’s really not a big deal, yes, I know “full term pregnancy” is anywhere between 38 and 42 weeks, okay, okay, I know!! But I’m tired and hot and sore and ready to be done, and so ready to meet our little bundle of joy!

I saw my midwife on Tuesday for our normal check-up. She is one of the sweetest women ever, and I’m really happy to be working with her… but why does it always seem to be that when you’re cranky, a person feels the need to ask you 8 times how you’re feeling? I finally told her that I had come to a conclusion. “I’m not actually pregnant,” I said. “No baby is going to come out of me, I’m just fat, and I’m going to be stuck this way forever.”

She and her colleague thought that this was quite amusing.

I’ve heard that during labor there comes a point where the rational part of the woman’s mind just shuts down and she is driven by the more primitive part, just doing what it takes to get the baby out. I’m not in labor yet, but I’m pretty sure I’ve checked out of the rational department, as you may or may not be able to tell by this post.

I am a space cadet.