Daily Archives: August 28, 2008

What would we have been?

Consider education. I look at lawyers and am smarter than most. Doctors, that’s a different field. Mathematicians, don’t even go there as my calculator broke at plus and minus. All right I can multiply and divide but no calculus.

PR people like Lanny Davis interviewed on Slate today? He’s a smart man. Could I do what he has achieved? He knows everyone and interviews everyone which means something in these days. I’d love to go back to the days before Enron and subprimes, to Clintonian era, essentially. But those days are gone and we’ve all suffered.

Look back on your younger days and see what you envisioned back then. I loved my legislative work but always wanted to cook and teach. But what if I went to law school back then when I was writing laws my legal counsel didn’t even care to understand?

All he said to me was “You’re an attractive woman, I’m a man. We both have needs.” After I nearly peed my pants from laughing that was about it for our professional relationship. He was a lawyer. There’s more to the story. This one went high up, politically.

Dreams. If I had kids and not just a dog I’d instill dreams in my kids, I try to do that now through family and friends. Mostly by giving specialty books and trying to be there.

My dreams are sleeping side by side in the bedroom, husband and dog, snoring. It makes me feel like a good wife to write and just listen to them. Perhaps that’s my dream, after all.

I have a special luxury in life of memories and places. And I remember how to get there. We live in a big city but this is what speaks to me.

Exit here, take a right and go to the end of the road, Yes, the road ends, Take a right at the stop sign. As you go through town, take a left at the light. Yes, THE light. Keep going 2.3 miles and take a left.

This is a sign you’re in God’s country. Make a turn on a country road in nearly any state in the US and there are the most amazing sights to see, and people to meet.

I’ve lived in these places and have family who lives there still. I used to turn on the light in the guest bathroom at Jim’s folks place and have cows lowing at me. Now I leave the light off so they know I’m not Joe and I’m not about to go out to feed them. But I have fed them grain and gave a baby calf a bucket full of milk as his mom had twins and he was foresaken.

But I’m not going by for this weekend’s festivities though I would have liked to help Margie cook for the cowboys. While I won’t let Zoe out off-leash there in an unfenced area (she has no idea of traffic) everyone who drives by waves hello. Now where can you get that kind of camaraderie except in the country!

“Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed. And then one day he was shooting at some food when up from the ground came a bubbling crude. Oil, that is. Black Gold. Texas Tea…”

When I met my love seven years ago he told me his parents’ county was the only one in Texas without oil. Now they want to build a lake to fill the water needs of Dallas by flooding the family farm, and guess what they found.

Black gold, Texas tea. Imagine that. We’ll keep in touch with the folks back home to see what happens next. No child of ours will be named Jed, nor will the next dog. So give it up already. Dee