Debt Ceiling

 The news outlets are reporting that the US will hit its debt ceiling limit today.  Most of us don't know what that means really.  Geitner and others are predicting dire consequenses if Congress does not raise the debt ceiling limit, but he believes he can manage this situation until sometime in August by borrowing against federal employee retirement funds.  That must make all those civil servants feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  At some point will retirees not receive their social security checks, active duty and military retirees not receive their DFAS payments, teachers and policemen stop receiving their paychecks?  The federal government has already halted the inter governmental loan process wherein state and local governments can borrow funds to meet their immediate cash flow needs.

The Republicans are adamant that they will not approve a debt ceiling increase unless there are significant ("drastic"?) cuts in spending, meaning entitlements, i.e., social security, medicare, etc.  If they persist the likely result will be the end of the Repubican Party as we know it.

What isn't being acknowledged yet is that the stimulus programs introduced by Bush and implemented by Obama have helped move the country out of a downward economic death struggle.  The financial institutions (yes, I know, many think bankers are the ultimate bad guys) have paid or are paying back the infusion of funds, ,with interest, the automobile companies have paid back their stimulus funds, with interest, Americans with 401 (k)s are seeing their plans recovering and though halting, the unemployment rate is going down.

So, why not stop all of this political brinksmanship.  Act like grownups and listen to your constitutents. Vote for the increase in the debt ceiling, negotiate on spending cuts and tax increases for the superwealthy (and all of us if need be), but don't hold professional fiscal management hostage to improvident, swaggering miscalculation of what Americans will swallow.  A little honesty and transparency, please.

The Rising

Yesterday, I awoke to the news that Osama Bin Laden had been killed.  If I were a night owl I would have known sooner, but I had gone to bed early so missed the initial elation shared by others in America.

Through the day my memories of September 11, 2001 kept returning.  I was in Kansas City nursing my father-in-law after major surgery and Hubby was in New Hampshire working on a project.  That beautiful morning I had taken a long walk almost down to the Plaza and when I returned Dad asked if I knew what had happened.  This was in my pre BlackBerry days so, no, I didn't know that two planes had plowed into the WTC towers.  Instinctively, I tried to call Hubby.  While trying to place the call the news came in that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon.   Hubby and I did get to chat just a few minutes.  Thereafter, I was only able to get one call placed ... to the clerk's office at the New Kenty County J&D Court.  I was canceling a hearing which I knew I would miss because the planes had all be ordered down.  The clerk was crying and I cried too.

During the next few days I felt so alone and disconnected.  I was separated from family and dogs, my local news sources, and friends.  I did manage to get a flight back to Virginia on Friday morning, the first day there were flights after 9/11.  It was a chaotic flight home because airplanes and crews were out of place having been ordered down at the airport closest to the planes' location when the order was issued.  I got to KCI at 4:00 a.m. and finally arrived in Richmond after 11:00 p.m.  The travelers that day were somber.  There was very little conversation.

Like everyone else it took me time to absorb what had happened and to understand that the world had changed for my country, for me.  I had many fitful nights with little sleep.  I imagine, like everyone else.

Some months later Springsteen issued  The Rising.  I found it hypnotic.  It is not his best work, not his most creative, but  it gave me solace and eased my lonliness.  Yesterday, after hearing of bin Laden's death The Rising came to mind and some of the lines from Empty Skies reminded me of that extraordinary string of days with no planes in the air.   

So I can't say that I celebrated bin Laden's death as much as breathed a sigh of relief.  I know Al Qaida is still out there, or rather, among us, but I felt satisfaction that a man who had hurt us so badly, had that pain brought home to him.  Revenge or justice.  I don't know.  I don't care.

Commoner Wedding

All of the attention on  the Royal Wedding has brought back memories of a wedding 42 years ago on June 8th.  Two twenty year old college students took their vows in the home of the groom's grandparents on "C" Street.  There were about 20-30 guests, the pregnant maid of honor fainted and the befuddled minister droned on or so it seemed to the bride.  The bride's mini dress was not exactly kosher, even then, but the groom liked it and that was all that mattered.

The honeymoon was a trip back to college in a 60s something Corvair (what an unfortunate vehicle) and back to class the next day or so. 

The wedding pales in comparision to that of William and Catherine but the twenty year olds are still wed, though no longer in their twenties.

Birth Certificate

The birther movement puzzles me ...even with Obama having posted his "long form" birth certificate online for the world to see ...birthers are still questioning its authenticity.

Do they not consider Hawaii a state of the United States? Is it because his father was Kenyan? Is it because Obama is black? Are they just looking for a topic that they, with their limited intelligence, feel they can expound on?

I applied for a passport a few years ago and applied online for a copy of my birth certificate. What I received was document called a Certificate of Birth. That satisfied the State Department though I knew it had errors on it (exact spelling of mother's name for example). If I were running for public office I would suppose my opponent could challenge that I am not qualified for the office because there is questionable data on my Certificate of Birth and that if I would produce my long form then it could be determined what I was trying to hide. Oh, wait, I won't be challenged in that manner because I am not black, even though I have a foreign sounding middle name.

Good Bye, Charlie

Charlie, my 17-year old Yorkie, went on to his next life yesterday. When my Husband took me 13 or 14 years ago to look at this Yorkie who had been returned to his breeder, I found him living 24/7 in a crate--lonely, shivering and so eager just to be touched. The rest is family history.

He joined the household which included a lab and 2 cats. Jumped into my lap at every opportunity, including when I was at the computer which was a bit of a juggle. He distained the English Shepherd and later the Austrailian Shepherd who came into my life so I'd have a walking companion--something a Yorkie just isn't suited for and in his later years as he started losing his eyesight, he still managed to follow me from room to room.

I pay tribute to you, Charlie. I will miss you. You will always be in my memories.

On the Rivah

Met with other Prince George Rotarians and Keith Rotzoll, Prince George Parks & Recreation Department this morning at the Appomattox River Regional Park to look at the site for the canoe/kayak launch the PG Rotary is proposing in conjunction with the Friends of the Lower Appomattox River (FOLAR) and the PG Parks & Rec. Dept. Here are Lonnie Kitchen (L) and Earl Hale (Middle) both PG Rotarians and Keith Rotzoll from the Prince George Parks and Recreation Department.

Jack, my black and white Aussie, came along and enjoyed a few dips in the Appomattox before it is all over.

Prince George is bounded on the northwest and the north by the Appomattox and James Rivers which have their confluence at or near City Point in Hopewell. PG has one of the longest river frontages of any locality, but has no public access to either river.

If our club can pull of this project this canoe/kayak launch will be the first such public access in the county on either river. Keith at the Parks & Rec Department would like to ultimately see an education pavilion or water safety and tidal river ecology/conservation classes. We're a long way away.

Me, I will help with all, even the build on the steep slope, but now I'm working on two Rotary related grants to get the see money to help all of this happen. Yes, I still lawyer a little, cook quite a bit, try to read every chance I get and, oh, yes, I'm trying to learn to blog. I'm viewing as keep a diary and no one will ever have interest in what I'm writing.

You Can Tell I Am New At This

I just made a comment when I thought I was blogging. Oh well, nothing like making one's mistakes in public. I am accustomed to that after 25 years practicing law, 20 of those as a family law attorney who was in and out of court all over central and southside Virginia.

Sundays can be restful. Emma, the 8 yr. old granddaughter is away at camp and then will spend the rest of her father, Aaron Burdett. The dogs, cats and daughter are napping. Hubby is reading a book on his BB. I have just awakened from my own nap after cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast, making a cobbler with fresh blackberries and pulling some beef for dinner later.

I had fallen asleep reading Game Change and I think I dreamed about Hillary. I was a Hillary delegate to the Virginia Democratic Convention in 08 and when released from that obligation did support Obama and even went to his inauguration with my friend LeAnn Binger and others. Was a miserably cold day. I was so happy to finally make our way back to a Metro and get out of the wind around 2 p.m. and I don't like riding the Metro. But I was there and now am very glad of it.

After a few more chores I think I'll switch to The Poisoner's Handbook and hope I don't have dreams about wood alcohol.