I am much too busy this morning to think or write as the most serious Spring cleaning since the children arrived is underway in our home. Talk about self-actualization, determination, taking control of our family's future and master of my own sinking ship. Our ship, or home, is sinking under the weight of too many toys, clothes and thingamijiggys. Do you realise how much stuff the modern baby comes with these days? Absolutely amazing. Especially since babies don't need, or want about 85% of the stuff we think they do. They just want to be held, loved, and played with. The National Organization of Women, Betty Friedan, maybe even old Barbara Jordan would be so pleased with every powerful and well thought out decision of to save, donate or toss I will make, won't they?
Anyway, I only have time for a small anecdote this morning.
Yesterday, a Marine Major RESERVIST (in other words, a guy who allowed a war to interrupt his life) who grew up on the street next to us, and his parents still reside there, returned home from Fallujah, Iraq. He and his troops first flew into Fort Polk(?) for initial vetting and then they came home to Selfridge ANG base. His wife and three very little ones met him at the airstrip. Then they drove home to his parent's house along Lake St. Clair, (quite a picturesque drive) on Lakeshore Drive. As they hit our town, our First Responders as all the members of Congress are fond of calling them, or as we call them, the Fire Department, Police Department and Ambulance division with their lights on and sirens blasting fell in line behind the car carrying the Marine and his family. The Marine Major, who had just returned from Fallujah, looked at his wife and said,
"Looks like Detroit had another shootout."
The Marine Major hadn't a clue that the parade of emergency vehicles was for him. As his car got closer to his home, citizens of our town and the other Grosse Pointes, lined the streets waving flags, and holding big Thank You signs. All the trees sported yellow ribbons. More than a 1000 people turned out for a guy they did not know to extend their thank yous for his service.
This happened 3 days after all the Democrats (plus two lousy Republicans) in Congress, including the entire Michigan Congressional delegation, voted to withdraw funding for our troops in Iraq.
Oh, and from the girl perspective, a Marine Major in uniform returning from Iraq, firmly holding his wife and babies, blows out of the water the fireman in full gear rescuing you from a burning building. Hands down.
I can't wait until our Lieutenant from next door returns. With much hope and prayers, he and his men will. But not with any help whatsoever from the Democrats and their fellow anti-war travelers from both parties.
If I were a swearing woman, I would curse now like a fishmonger's wife.