Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Life updated
Little Lady 7 got a light case of whatever this bug was. Thank goodness she had no fever. I always worry most when the kids get fevers. She’s a trouper though. All our men are standing tall: Mr. 5 was bolstered by his recently completed antibiotic course; Mr. 6 is quite excited about a belt test with sinsei tonight at the dojo and Hubby all the while was finding a way to fill the house with new songs.
**breathe**
It is good.
So I started today thinking about old westerns for some reason. I was writing in my journal about how the sun felt different today. That morphed into thinking about the specific movie that had westerns on my brain: Hang ’em High with Clint Eastwood and how in these movies every town has an angel and a madame, a church and a saloon. I find this interesting.
I’ve watched a lot of these Clint Eastwood movies, which might sound strange because, well, most women I know don’t. (Despite my knowledge of American sports, old westerns and mobsterwar movies, please take comfort in the fact that I find very little about the Three Stooges appealing!) Besides, one of the biggest reasons to watch these old movies is Clint Eastwood himself. I mean, if only I had been born 20 years earlier!
Then I got to thinking … what if I’d been born 20 years earlier?
Well, I could have gone and seen a lot of Clint Eastwood movies, I tell you that. I could have clipped newspaper articles about The Who and their hotel rooms; traveled to their concerts and those of many, many other amazing artists. I could have told you Paul was my favorite Beatle, but Elvis was my first lust.
I could have gone out on Friday nights in something you might imagine on Kate Jackson and wouldn’t have cared that I was missing The Love Boat and
I could have worried why the world seemingly went up in flames and worked to douse the fire. I could have become a journalist when it meant something more than getting paid to write. I could have seen the dawning of a new age.
But wait. Isn’t that what I’ve seen anyway?