The whole debate about the Pledge of Allegiance is confusing. Just because I believe in God, does that mean it should be part of our pledge? A big part of me wants to say no, because if you don’t believe in God it’s not representative of you. It assumes all the nation is a God-fearing one. But at the same time, I feel a twinge of guilt, like I’m a bad Christian and bad American for even entertaining the discussion. I am proud to be in a country of religious freedom, but I also don’t want to be in a country where we have to tip-toe around each other. But I don’t want you to say your nation is under God if you don’t agree. I guess that’s why I’m not a judge, because I just can’t decide.
I love our Basset Hound Millie, but she does test that love sometimes. It has been raining here for seven days straight, which means she cannot be left outside during the day when we’re at work and has to be crated because she has been known to destroy the house when left alone.
I just got back from a two-day employee training seminar held by my company. It was a good seminar, and is the first of its kind done by this company. I got to meet and talk with a number of higher level execs, and I had the idea of dropping them a note to follow up – say thanks for having the seminar, it was good to meet you, blah blah blah. Lee says I’m a brown-noser. Is he right? And if so, is that so wrong?
It is almost noon — and this time a year ago, I was having my hair done for the biggest day of my life. Lee and I were married at 4 p.m. on June 23, 2001. It was a wonderful day, but I think the best part is that things keep getting better. Tonight we will celebrate by going to Elizabeth’s on 37th St., a really nice restaurant, and eating the top layer of our wedding cake.
We are having a dinner party tonight for our friends Anna and Jason, who are leaving us in four days (evil people!). It should be fun, even though it’s our last family fun night with them.
Not only is it Father’s Day – but it is also Gene Wilder Appreciation Day in Fitzgerald, GA. I think that’s pretty cool. The Mayor proclaimed it so during a reception at our church today. And I’m not talking about the actor Gene Wilder , I’m talking about my dad.
I’m at my parents’ house in Fitzgerald, going through boxes of my old junk before they move. I had forgotten about all the stories I worte as a child – there must have been at least two dozen I found today. They range from narrative novels about kids my age, to horror stories and even a few horror films. All of them awful – but I remember they were a lot of fun to write. And even thought I don’t think I’d ever want anyone else to read them, I can’t throw them away. So I put them in another box so I can forget about them again, and rediscover them the next time I move.
Lee and I just got back from vacation in Virginia a few days ago, and are still playing hookey from work. It’s the best. Virginia was great… beautiful mountains and scenery – little farm houses and rolling hills and everything green. Tomorrow we head to Fitzgerald to visit my family for one last time before they make their big move to Tennessee.