Sunday, September 16, 2007

i've got nothing...

"I mean, people have access to health care in America. After all, you
just go to an emergency room." -- George W. Bush, July 10, 2007

when i read this quote (which was yesterday because he happened to say this when i was in the midst of my picu nightfloat month and was flirting intimately with the boundaries of human exhaustion) i was completely dumbfounded. i mean, seriously? where do you even start with such an ignorant statement?

and where is the outrage that he could say, let alone think, something so ridiculous? i googled the quote to see where all the buzz was...nowhere. there were a few articles and blog posts about it, but really not much.

all i can say is that hillary can only do better, because there's nowhere to go but up from there. to her great credit, at least she understands the magnitude of the health care problem in this country and has understood it for years. don't we deserve a president who can grasp the rudimentary issues, if not the subtlety, of a problem this important?

there was an article in the ny times today about the release of hillary's new and improved health care plan tomorrow.

i await with bated breath.

Monday, September 03, 2007

lazy holidays

i'm spending the labor day holiday NOT laboring. it's blissful. it's a wonderful, sunny, breezy fall day. i slept in. now i am sitting on my porch, watching the river flow by, drinking iced coffee and re-reading pride & prejudice. this is heaven. at least, to me. and that's all that really matters today.

Saturday, September 01, 2007


we admitted a little girl tonight. she's a 6yo who clearly loves everything and everyone, even when she's sick and even when it's nearly midnight and way past her bedtime. she was telling the nurse and me about the very itchy bug bite on the back of her leg. after she showed it to us, she pointed to the red spot on the nurse's chin and said innocently, "look, you have a bug bite, too!" she seemed genuinely ecstatic to have something in common with her. the nurse, who, thankfully, is as kind-hearted and good-humored as they come, said with a laugh, "no, honey, that's a zit!"
the little girl actually reminds me very much of myself when i was her age. i was sitting on my uncle's lap at christmas and, very sweetly my aunt assures me, told him that i thought he must be the hairiest man i'd ever met. i have no recollection of this conversation, but my aunt swears it's true.
you just have to love kids. when else in your life do you just call it like you see it without fear of retribution?