for which it stands

I guess you’d better blog while you still can, eh?

One would like to think that between the upcoming election year and the demonstrations of people across the country clearly indicating a level of, ahem, dissatisfaction, we’d see a little more reflection in Washington, a little rearranging of priorities, I don’t know, something.

Instead, we see the usual fare. Some of which is just downright scary.

How about the National Defense Authorization Act, and our own (?) Sen. Carl Levin behind the worrying clause that the President claims he’ll veto – allowing the military to detain American citizens without charge or trial? The Senate has just rejected two amendment attempts (so far) to remove that disturbing clause.

Or how about the Protect IP Act and the Stop Online Piracy Act? I like my internets, thank you very much. If you care, too, you might want to nudge your legislators, you know, make sure they’re awake and know what it is they’re going to vote on – net censorship. And that we don’t approve.

Meanwhile a college education is fast becoming unattainable for so many. Those that manage to get a college degree struggle to get a job while already burdened with debt. People are crushed under the weight of the health care system, high unemployment numbers are somehow normal, the overseas contingency operations continue to put lives on the line, a $7.7 trillion secret Wall Street bailout goes unaddressed and unacknowledged, and foreclosure is an everyday thing.

But you know all that.

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historic courthouse on the cusp of snow & dark

Well, that’s the historic courthouse tonight. Looked pretty in the cold, wet, soon-to-be-snow rain with the glow of the holiday lights along the street. It was fun to walk up to the courthouse in the almost dark and walk through that very tall door into the lighted hallway.

Love climbing those winding stairs to the courtroom on the second floor, with the high ceilings and windows, the wooden benches. Always a treat.

A gently festive feel to things there, but, I’ll be writing that item up for the next CP. (That would be, um, after the snow we’re supposedly getting later tonight. Oh, look, it’s snowing right now… )

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my kicks

Yep, those are my much-loved New Balance lightweight trail running kicks.

I went running this morning with Vicki and Dale. Doug also ran a mile with us before heading off to meet yet another running buddy.

When I trundled out of bed I was thinking it was going to be a cold, soggy affair out there, but it wasn’t. It was actually pretty awesome, still warm, just a few drops of rain, and a nice wind that had a fresh feel to it without blowing my hat off.

I ran with some of my other Elite Feet buddies yesterday morning as well. Super good to catch back up with everybody after a few weeks of ‘running my own trails.’

It makes all the difference to keep moving. Everything just works better. My mind is clearer, more focused. I make better food choices. I just feel good. That’s a feat in these short, dark days.

Now, the trick is to keep it going through the winter. I’m up for the challenge. Snow? Bring it. (Ok, I’m not sure how that’s going to go, but I will do it.)

Next week is Elite Feet’s Santa Shuffle, a 5k. We ran the route yesterday. Should be a fun Saturday morning, starting off with the run, followed up with a pancake breakfast. All before the holiday parade in downtown Lapeer.

We Michiganders aren’t going to let a little weather get in the way of good health and happy fitness now, are we?

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a monzo moment

There he is. All cuddled up in the dog bed I brought home from the Habitat for Humanity auction. You know, for the dog. The dog, however, has had precious little time in the dog bed. Monz laid claim to the thing. And what Monz wants, Monz gets. Notice how he’s even using the giant fabric dog bone for a pillow.

World’s. Best. Cat. Meow.

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small business saturday

Black Friday or Buy Nothing Day. This was a no-brainer for me. Not only did I have to work, but mixing it up with a crowd of, shall we say, very focused shoppers holds no appeal for me whatsoever. So, no, for me it was Buy Nothing Day.

And tomorrow is Small Business Saturday. I could get behind that. Sadly, we don’t have all the opportunities here locally we might. One of our shops in downtown Lapeer is onto the Small Business Saturday thing, but I don’t believe our chambers were driving anything on it. And, well, really what could you do? A look down the main drag is rather discouraging with so many empty storefronts. (The picture above was taken on Black Friday.) The opportunities to actually shop a small business there are limited…..

But not impossible!

There’s Elite Feet, our inspirational and professional running store. There’s the Book Shelf, an actual brick and mortar book store. There’s Blondie’s and Boomerangs/Splash n Bath. And we have the used book store as well as, yes, Gallery 194.

I stopped in at Gallery 194 today with holiday gift-giving in mind. Among the first things I spied were some whimsical cat pillows. Then I spied dolls, some were cardinals or cats, a frog. They make you smile. $35 handmade, original design, great conversation pieces or just reminders to, you know, enjoy life. Salli Jones is the artist behind those irresistible animals.

There was, of course, more. The gallery is filled with the work of local artists from the Lapeer Art Association. Beautiful framed photography, the awesome clay work of Carolyn Dulin (I really dig the two herons), water colors, acrylics, fiber art, pottery, jewelry. Mike Monville’s deft pen and inks. Talented artist and teacher Jacquie Piechowksi was pleasant and helpful during my artful stroll.

If you’re a handmade, unique sort of person, the Gallery’s a great spot to shop in December for the special ones in your life.

Shopping Small Business Saturday could mean services, too. For example, we’ve got Greyson Hill Photography – Kristen Farmer brings cool, professional photography to the downtown drag.

And there’s a few spots for a bite to eat to boot.

So there.

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pause

Somehow, I managed to sleep in a little this morning. So when I rose and headed toward the kitchen to get the coffee going, I was able to pause and look out the window. In the first light, there was a frosty, heathery fog to the scenery. And it was beautiful in that gloomy Michigan way of things. The landscape still and harsh, but the very silence and openness and simplicity of grass, trees, earth – profoundly beautiful. When I stepped outside, it was cold, a wind blowing. Out of nowhere, a duck squawked at me from above.

It’s not manicured gardens that take my breath away. Don’t give me lawns mowed carefully on the diagonal. It’s this stark elegance, the rhythm, the undeniable inevitable domination of nature, whether harsh or inviting, that trips me up with amazement. With appreciation.

So in that moment I stared across the landscape, noticed the tamarack needles had turned, saw the frosty furry look of the evergreens, saw the familiar chill haze of almost-winter settled on everything – I was both thoughtful and thankful.

Sometimes I want to run away from the endless winter cloud cover of this place. The short, dark days chip away at your psyche, push in with a grim necessary attitude of ‘just cope.’ Then, suddenly there’s a day of searing blue sky, and the utter joy makes you wonder why you’d been feeling down.

No, it doesn’t make up for the all-too-many gloomy, freezing, messy, dangerous days. I have never really been sure why people settled here in the first place once they discovered how hard winter can be. Yet here I am.

You have to pace yourself. You have to pause long enough to feel the very dependable hand of the divine in the progression of things. In the tropics, people accept that they have to slow down for the long, hot days. Sadly, here, during the daunting winter, we still go hell bent for leather. We would be better off, and more productive, to bow to nature a little more instead of constantly engaging it in battle. It’s a battle either way.

Life is, after all, nature. We cannot set ourselves apart from it, and even in destruction of the environment, nature ultimately wins.

The whole message is so obvious. Slow down. Cuddle. Soothe. Help each other. Stay warm.

So as a busy Thanksgiving day begins to take shape, I will wend my way with gentle, unhurried steps. So that I can see what’s beautiful in the air and the land around me, so that I can put my arms around people that I love, so that I can embrace the ones that are far away, too, so that I can be present and aware of what they mean to me and who it is they amazingly are.

And be aware of my deep gratefulness.

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press table

Check that out. For three years or so, I’ve been the lone press writer that attends this local municipal meeting. I generally sit in a seat picked for the virtue of being able to see and to hear and maybe to take a photograph at the right moment. I like to sit where it sort of feels right. And it’s not at the table.

Every time I go, however, the stewards of the facility carefully set this table there, and thoughtfully place the Press Table sign on it. I guess it’s sort of a ‘serving suggestion.’ They never complain that I don’t sit there, but they keep putting the sign out. I don’t believe anyone thinks I’m being rude, and I certainly don’t intend to be. I think it’s just because that’s the way they do it.

It’s actually a very nice thing, too. I’m not naïve enough to suppose that it’s all transparent, but it’s obvious they are seeking to accommodate me and whoever else wants to document the public proceedings.

Not so at every municipal meeting room. One of the meetings I have long attended and cover sadly oozes resistance and fear. One of the principals has never been able to treat me as if I exist. She won’t make eye contact, has never said hello. This, an elected official. What, pray tell, is the worry?

Perhaps it is simply the incompetence or ignorance that becomes apparent when you observe long enough. Perhaps it’s more than that. Maybe it’s an awareness that things that happened on your watch, maybe shouldn’t have. Maybe it’s being afraid of getting caught.

Whatever the reason, her obvious fear is like a beacon.

Yesterday, I sat in on three public meetings. By the end of the day, I was discouraged by all that I had witnessed.

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