carolanna

The moment you think your world is falling apart may just be the moment your world is coming together.

  • MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone. - Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"

It’s been so long . . .

Posted by carolanna on September 9, 2008

since cool weather and since I’ve written on this blog.  Can I just say . . . Fall is my favortite time of year, especially when there are campaigns abounding!  I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but I love campaigns – the bigger, the better.  I can’t help myself.  Here are a few stories that might explain this addiction I have (and why my blog has been neglected . . . who can take time to write when there are conventions to watch?)

- While I do not remember this event, it has been told to me on many occasions, by various people.  As an infant I spent many a day in a campaign office, listening to people telephone for candidates.  Some infants go to sleep listening to lullaby’s, I apparently went to sleep listening to campaign speak.  Perhaps that explains why I have been falling asleep to a particular cable news station lately.  Hmm . . .

- Jump forward a few years and we have family exercise.  Most of us remember those special outings we had with our parents, either as a family or one-on-one.  Often, those include sporting events such as camping trips, lake trips, going to the mall (my mom and I both disdained shopping), or other similar activities.  For me, my mom and I walked blocks.  By walking blocks, I don’t mean we out for a stroll (although we did that too) but I mean we walked neighborhoods and handed out political information (before I was even able to vote). 

- The year was 1992 and I was in the 6th grade.  President George HW Bush and future President Bill Clinton were running for President.  President Bush 41 was running for re-election and I was an avid supporter.  A friend on my OM (Odessy of the Mind) team was an avid Clinton supporter.  Let me just say – recess can be ugly in elementary school.  Especially when arguing over the presidential candidates.  As I recall, my friend and I got into a debate (yes, 6th grade) and there was some hair pulling, name calling, maybe even a few girly slaps (ok, probably not slaps).  I do remember my green BASS shoes (anyone remember those?) coming off at one point though.   

- High school came and went and I managed to remain out of politics as best I could.  I had to maintain some cool factor back then.  Oh wait . . . that is not entirely true.  There was one guy in high school who liked to bait me on political issues and at the time I ALWAYS took the bait.  I couldn’t help it.  And I did go to Houston to see then-Gov Bush speak. 

- 2000 Presidential election.  I was in college, living with two wonderful roommates . . . who to this day like to remind me that I constantly watched C-SPAN during the election.  They thought if they made fun of me enough, they might not be subjected to politics all the time (no TV in my room).  Come to think of it — I didn’t see much of them that fall.  Maybe I just figured out why. 

So you see . . . this is why my blog is being ignored, left out, and forgotten.  McCain/Palin vs. Obama/Biden.  I will see you in November  . . . (well maybe I’ll try to write before then)

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