Seriously, listen to this interview with NPR’s Robert Seigel. If any of you have ever listened to Robert Seigel on NPR, you know that he’s not exactly a confrontational radio host. Yet Rove decided that he was biased and brought some theatrics straight from the AM side of the dial. Here’s the money quote:
“You may end up with a different math, but you’re entitled to your math,” Rove said. “I’m entitled to ‘the’ math!“
Last night, or maybe it was the early morning hours, I had the dream, a first of many I hope, of my mother. I was waiting around for a carnival ride, or possibly even an outdoor subway entrance. Whatever it was, I was there. The late evening air was thick with smells, but a certain fragrance caught my attention, a scent so familiar yet remained mysterious even to the point of haunting. My interest getting the better of me, I began surveying my surrounds, noticing people walking, talking, making plans. Yet, there was no hint to the familiarity tugging at my memory.
Eventually, the line I was standing in made a tremendous two-steps forward followed by an endless notion of nonlinear advancement. It was during this waiting, that a certain woman approached me. Her hair was curly and golden with shades of light brown weaved in. I knew her face and she strode right up to me and placed a cool but tender finger upon my lips. It was as if she knew I was about to speak, and before I could begin a series of questions � an endless flow of why�s, what�s, where�s, how come�s, etc., she spoke. She told me that she loved me that she has and always will. She went on asking me to tell my aunt she loved her. Brogan, my nephew to be, I was to wish good tidings and kiss his tender cheek for her. She smiled broadly as she held my hand and waited in line with me for some time.
I never felt a need to ask the questions running through my mind, nor did I want this moment to end. It was when the line reached its end, and my destination was at hand, that she turned towards me and kissed me. She looked radiant, like a women truly at peace and completely at home. She turned, placed her finger against her lips as to block the questions brimming to stem forth from my mouth, and walked away.
I knew my mother had come to say goodbye to me and to acknowledge the loss I have felt and the loneliness that remains vacant upon a son�s heart. This was her way of speaking to that void and to fix what she could from her place far away.
I woke up after the vision and cried a long, hard cry. It is unclear at this moment if I feel comforted or even at peace, but I do know that I feel loved. I feel that though mom could not bare to remain in this world, she does ache for the loss of her children and that one-day, she will reunite with us under a different day, with happier hearts and bright, warm tomorrows.
I’m sitting here in the Providence airport mere minutes away from returning to Orlando. I’ve been up in Rhode Island on a work trip for the last two days, and its almost over. So of course, I get out of work early enough to take my sweet time getting to the airport. Still, this IS Rhode Island, so there’s really not much to do off the main thorough fairs.
The only thing remotely noteworthy that I did on my way here was try oysters on the half-shell for the first time. YUCK! I won’t be indulging in that anytime again soon. So, after that excitement, what do I do? Sit in the terminal and grade for my UCF classes. I even sprung the $9.99 for the wireless internet connection, all for my students and my sanity. Joy!
Anyway, things are good. Life keeps moving, and we struggle to keep up with it. Money is being spent so that our house can continue to stay current with the Jones’ household. More things to come in the next month, stayed tuned for pictures!
