LBJ

Hubby and I went to Texas. We checked out the LBJ Presidential Library in Austin.

I've always liked LBJ and I don't know why. I think it's because he reminds me of my maternal grandpa, but again I don't know why. My grandpa was not from Texas and was not a public figure, but if I had to nail it down to something, I guess it would be that they both had a certain stubbornness about them. Tenacity of spirit.

I tend to think of them both having the same hayday. Mid 60's. LBJ was rockin' the White House and my grandpa had 6 kids most of them teens at this point. Tough jobs for both.

Family was important to both. They were crazy about their wives.

A lot of pens.


Red boxes.

A lot of red boxes.

I don't think it was easy to be a man in their generation. I'm not saying it was easy being a woman either (God no.). There was a lot of change with which to grapple. A lot of interpreting exactly who we are as Americans that I'm still not sure we've figured out.

If LBJ and my grandpa were here today, I think there would be a lot we'd disagree about. I'm sure they'd find my behavior unladylike and at least once, one of them would mutter something about "spunk" under their breath.

Tenacity of spirit. It's genetic.

Thank God that's over

February man. It's a m*therfocker.

Hubby and I got attacked by a nasty virus. I was out for 2 weeks with it. Mark got really sick. He ended up in the emergency room. The short version is that he's fine, but he scared the hell out of me. I've been knitting, but I just haven't had the energy to blog or talk about it.

Every year the shortest month just kills me. I know I'm not alone on this one. I just don't understand how it happens every year. I'm so grateful that March is here and that February is over.