Sunday, July 12th, 2009

Time	Event
8:24p	Family Politics The phone rang i answered and a little bug said, "Hello is this Ethel Doyle's house?" I said, "No, it is Grandma Ethel's house. Hello x Do you know who this is?" He said, "I can tell from your voice that it is Aunt Terri" I said, "Well, why don t you say, 'Hi Aunt Terri'" He sang in that teasing joy of his, "Hi Aunt Terri" I said, "I love you, Honey. Grandma has a really bad cold here she is" I love my nieces and nephews. My sister was talking about making a christening gown for their new granddaughter. Mom said, "Why don t you give them yours?" I said, "I was saving it for Julie." Julie is Maripat's daughter. And when I was born Dad sent an 11 year old Maripat into a store where she chose a beautiful christening gown. She went all out in a way my frugal mother never would have. It's a gown with a linen slip and a beautiful bonnet. But I kept it secret that i was going to give it to Julie because her mom had picked it out and well, it was a huge thing that a Catholic Mother would offer her daughter's baptismal gown for a Lutheran Baptism. but she loves my Maripat's husband. When the Maripat and her husband got her after i was out of the hospital the first time they split shifts. Maripat listened to me and Tom took mom to Walgreen's to get me meds. But when Maripat got here i was able to let tears come to my eyes because i was so sick and tired of having to be tough to fight this. I didn t have to be tough in front of her. But it was huge that mom okayed the giving of the gown; i just kept it to myself. I told my brother in law who is a Lutheran Minister "if i die before mom i want you to give the homily." He said, "Ok." We've come along way eceumenically as a family with him in our lives. Maripat made me smile because she wrote to me, "How are you feeling? You are sounding a lot stronger on your blog?" I laughed. You know the Mayor of Hilldale thing. Sue Baumann called it like it is when she said during her exit interview as Mayor that the Mayor of Hilldale likes to promote himself. Notice how he self promotes that he was at the Governor's Mansion and then he was at the White House and how many times can the Mayor of Hilldale type the pronoun "I" I thought Madison was about being a "we" First of all John Norquist started the idea of the speed rail. Yeah he had problems in the end but his wife kept her last name. Susan Mudd is an environmentalist with a voice of her own. http://www.cityofmadison.com/mayor/blog/index.cfm?Id=154 http://www.cityofmadison.com/mayor/blog/index.cfm?Id=153 http://www.cityofmadison.com/mayor/blog/index.cfm?Id=149
9:05p	Where is Bridget Maniaci's Blog? I was looking for it and i can t find it. Is she waiting for the Mayor of Hilldale to tell her what to write? Or is she waiting for the real estate block that funded her campaign to tell her what to think? She reminds me of what the Jesuits would do at Marquette. At Gesu there were thinking women in their late 30's and 40's questioning the pastor on how the liturgy should go. So the liturgical director resigned and went to Minnesota and so he hired a 25 year old liturgical director because she had no experience and he could shape her into what he thought she should be. Then the pastor wrote the staff that his superiors told him that he should take a break. And the nun said she muttered, "What's the matter father can t you make a decision on your own?" An old patriarchal trick to try to mold a young woman into what you think she should be. Prince Charles and Camille hand chose Lady Di thinkingn that she would be a door mat. So in my feminist understanding I told a friend after Bridget Maniaci won that if i wasn t so angry that she sold out to lobbyists I would feel for her as a woman being used by men in power. My friend said that Bridget Maniaci is going to be blown away by the new alder Shiva Bidar-Sielaff http://www.wkowtv.com/Global/story.asp?S=9572344 I think it's revealing that a blog doesn t come up for Maniaci.
11:11p	Your Silent Screen For Ghost Show the story, the glory will follow you like a tree that shades you from the heat of July. Your walk though different every day tells the story never do you say, "I" a Charlie Chaplin movie of biking, gardening, questioning and talking. You showed this poet the story of life, for years now. The old games of name dropping's self-promotion lose their attraction having watched the talker say one thing and never do. You my silent screen star walk earth with a bare foot reverence, feeling the meaning of life in your path, daily bread of air, water and sky. An environmentalist you shape the earth and the earth shapes your hands into tender tools of touch. A farmer's heart a thinker's mind, you take the silent screen to walk a show. t.doyle 7/13/09

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