Ruminations That Devolve into Rants... As Usual

I'm ruminating again.  

• I've had a new experience.  We've all heard of Tourette's Syndrome, I'm sure, and I've seen it on Oprah or some such show, but until yesterday, I hadn't experienced it first hand.  It's a devastating condition.  One of the receptionists at the singularlyunpleasantdoctor office had what I assume was Tourette's as she let loose eeps and such as well as a great deal of truly foul language along the lines of n*gger and c*cks*cker seemingly directed at a black woman receptionist and a male nurse delivering film (well, certainly not really, but uttered in conversation with same) ...  Kudos to the office for hiring her.  I guess, since it's an osteopathic practice and I was the youngest patient there by at least 20 years, they get very few kids and the adults among us can handle the nature of the outbursts.  Kudos to her too.  I'd be curled up in a ball I think.  The experience put my little hip thing in perspective.  
• Adolphus Busch IV is quoted at the top of our illustrious print newspaper's sports section today.  He's lambasting Mark McGuire's lapse in judgment.  You know, the one on which the statute of limitations for prosecution has run out?  Yes, St. Louis, a neer-do-well of our former first family has something stupid to say about something irrelevant.  Shout it from the mountaintops!  I swear to God, I'm canceling my subscription.
• And along these lines, Al Sharpton visited our fair city last week for the MLK festivities and spoke at a nearby traditionally black college.  The speech was covered breathlessly by the same print newspaper.  It was said that Mr. Sharpton achieved a cadence reminiscent of a Sunday sermon.  Really?  And that his voice climbed as he chided the black population of St. Louis for abandoning the city and moving to Mc Mansions in the county and sending it's kids to private schools and letting them listen to loud music.  What the coverage didn't report was the part where Sharpton intoned his regret at losing his political relevance.  No, wait.  I made that up.  God forbid people should move to good neighborhoods and have normal teens. Shame on them for forgetting that Al Sharpton needs a raison d'etre and they're it!  Gawd.
• The fog and rain and drear is slated to remain in St. Louis for at least the foreseeable future... the clouds thinned somewhat this afternoon, but not really.
• We've got more construction going on Chez Annie.  The kid's bedrooms have been shuffled about and Dear Husband has claimed one for his Man Cave.  We've painted it medium khaki, installed manly window treatments (an oxymoron if I ever saw one ...) and we're in the process of having bookshelves built to house our prodigious collection of books.  He just poked his head out and asked if I wanted to house any of my collections (pottery, milk glass, blown glass) on his new shelves.  I gave him the answer he wanted.  "No, honey, you choose what goes on those shelves, I've put my stuff all over the rest of the house."  He gets credit for asking.

Pics of at least one finished sleeve tomorrow.  I hope.  

Comments

[Ruth Brooks]

Ann -- I thouroughly enjoyed this blog, thanks for sharing.
Ruth Brooks

[Jenn]

I wish this city would get some balls and change the "McGuire" street names to "Maris" or something completely non-sports related. I'm ashamed of them, but since he got a standing ovation, it'll never happen. Sigh.

And then there's the Busch guy. Agreed. But we don't have any streets named after him, do we? Gods, I hope not.

Yay for the man cave!