Dog lovers and normal folks are steaming about about Mitt Romney's treatment of his dog. This story has been around for two weeks. Where have I been?
From the Boston Globe:
The Globe's disclosure this week that Mitt Romney put his Irish setter into a dog carrier on the roof of his station wagon for a 12-hour trip to Ontario in 1983 has become a surprising flashpoint in the presidential campaign.
OK, this is from back in 1983, but what was he thinking? What does it tell you about what kind of man he is?
For some, the story has become an occasion to consider larger issues of ethics and animal abuse. Romney, who has built an image as a strong manager, is now facing concerns about his ability to empathize with the less powerful, in this case, his dog, Seamus, riding atop his station wagon.
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Family members told the Globe that Romney attached a special windshield onto Seamus' carrier to protect him from the wind. Romney was traveling that summer with his wife, five sons, and Seamus to his parent's cottage on Lake Huron. But hours into the ride, Seamus apparently suffered diarrhea, which ran down the back window of the car. Romney's sons, all under 14, howled in disgust. Romney pulled off the road into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, and they drove on to Ontario.
Apparently, with the dog back in his place on the roof, but cleaned up and out.
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TIME's Ana Marie Cox was among the first to weigh in. Under the headline, "Romney's Cruel Canine Vacation," she quoted Ingrid Newkirk, president of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, or PETA, calling Seamus' ride "a lesson in cruelty" for Romney's sons.
"Thinking of the wind, the weather, the speed, the vulnerability, the isolation on the roof, it is commonsense that any dog who's under extreme stress might show that stress by losing control of his bowels," Newkirk told Cox. "That alone should have been sufficient indication that the dog was, basically, being tortured."
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The issue gained enough momentum that by the time Romney landed in Pittsburgh for a campaign stop Thursday, reporters were ready with questions. Romney told them that Seamus liked his rooftop perch.
"He scrambled up there every time we went on trips," Romney said. "He got [up] all by himself and enjoyed it."
And Romney noted that he has never been one of PETA's favorite politicians.
I don't know how it is in other countries, but this is the kind of story that can dog (pun intended) a candidate throughout a campaign. Frankly, I wish the dog had crapped on Romney's well-coiffed head.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
Levees Create Achilles' Heel
The post title comes from the print version of The Advocate in Baton Rouge. I prefer it to the headline in the online version. It's punchier.
I find it odd that the Times-Picayune out of New Orleans did not run with this piece from the Associated Press. I searched online, and it's not there. Fox News has the story. Let's hope that folks from New Orleans get the word.
The government’s repairs to New Orleans’ hurricane-damaged levees may put the French Quarter in greater danger than it was before Hurricane Katrina — a weakness planners said couldn’t be helped, at least for now.
Some experts say the stronger levees and flood walls could funnel storm water into the cul-de-sac of the Industrial Canal, only 2 miles from Bourbon Street, and overwhelm the waterway’s 12-foot-high concrete flood walls that shield some of the city’s most cherished neighborhoods.
Separating Creole bungalows and St. Louis Cathedral from a hurricane’s storm surge are those barriers, similar to the walls that broke during Katrina.
I wonder about the "couldn't be helped". Was it "couldn't", or like much that has to to with post-Katrina and post-flood New Orleans, "wouldn't"?
Officials from the Army Corps of Engineers knew the levee repairs would heighten the risk to the French Quarter. One commander even called it the system’s “Achilles’ heel.”
To curb the danger, the corps reinforced the existing barriers. But engineers didn’t have enough time or money to entirely replace the flood walls with higher, stronger ones.
Bea and other experts say those steps were insufficient.
Nearly everything that the US Corps of Engineers has done before and after the catastrophe has been insufficient. The Corps has a long history of not doing right by New Orleans, and they have not changed their ways.
The possibility of a heightened risk came as a surprise to many residents of the French Quarter and districts such as New Marigny, where jazz great Jelly Roll Morton once lived.
“Is that what they’re saying? Oh, boy, that’s not good,” said Nathan Chapman, president of Vieux Carre Property Owners, Residents and Associates Inc., an advocacy group that defends the quality of life in the French Quarter. “It’s not on enough people’s radar.”
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The city’s oldest neighborhoods were settled long ago because they were the only dry ground in a wilderness of swamp. When Katrina struck, flooding only reached the outer limit of the French Quarter, creeping into places such as St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, the site of voodoo priestess Marie Laveau’s tomb.
With their open-air markets, flamboyant artists, baroque churches and carefree lifestyle, the neighborhoods next to the Industrial Canal are some of the city’s most prized real estate and give New Orleans its old-world soul.
Who will restore New Orleans' old-world soul, when the best of the city is gone?
I weep for my home town.
UPDATE: PJ, in the comments, has linked to a wonderful story in the New York Times about the courage and determination of citizens of New Orleans to return to their homes, who have repaired them on their own, with the government coming in quite late, or not at all, with help. The gentleman in the picture reminds of the man who lived next door to the house we gutted in Gentilly. His house was well on its way to being habitable, and he was grateful to have us work on the eyesore next door.
I find it odd that the Times-Picayune out of New Orleans did not run with this piece from the Associated Press. I searched online, and it's not there. Fox News has the story. Let's hope that folks from New Orleans get the word.
The government’s repairs to New Orleans’ hurricane-damaged levees may put the French Quarter in greater danger than it was before Hurricane Katrina — a weakness planners said couldn’t be helped, at least for now.
Some experts say the stronger levees and flood walls could funnel storm water into the cul-de-sac of the Industrial Canal, only 2 miles from Bourbon Street, and overwhelm the waterway’s 12-foot-high concrete flood walls that shield some of the city’s most cherished neighborhoods.
Separating Creole bungalows and St. Louis Cathedral from a hurricane’s storm surge are those barriers, similar to the walls that broke during Katrina.
I wonder about the "couldn't be helped". Was it "couldn't", or like much that has to to with post-Katrina and post-flood New Orleans, "wouldn't"?
Officials from the Army Corps of Engineers knew the levee repairs would heighten the risk to the French Quarter. One commander even called it the system’s “Achilles’ heel.”
To curb the danger, the corps reinforced the existing barriers. But engineers didn’t have enough time or money to entirely replace the flood walls with higher, stronger ones.
Bea and other experts say those steps were insufficient.
Nearly everything that the US Corps of Engineers has done before and after the catastrophe has been insufficient. The Corps has a long history of not doing right by New Orleans, and they have not changed their ways.
The possibility of a heightened risk came as a surprise to many residents of the French Quarter and districts such as New Marigny, where jazz great Jelly Roll Morton once lived.
“Is that what they’re saying? Oh, boy, that’s not good,” said Nathan Chapman, president of Vieux Carre Property Owners, Residents and Associates Inc., an advocacy group that defends the quality of life in the French Quarter. “It’s not on enough people’s radar.”
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The city’s oldest neighborhoods were settled long ago because they were the only dry ground in a wilderness of swamp. When Katrina struck, flooding only reached the outer limit of the French Quarter, creeping into places such as St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, the site of voodoo priestess Marie Laveau’s tomb.
With their open-air markets, flamboyant artists, baroque churches and carefree lifestyle, the neighborhoods next to the Industrial Canal are some of the city’s most prized real estate and give New Orleans its old-world soul.
Who will restore New Orleans' old-world soul, when the best of the city is gone?
I weep for my home town.
UPDATE: PJ, in the comments, has linked to a wonderful story in the New York Times about the courage and determination of citizens of New Orleans to return to their homes, who have repaired them on their own, with the government coming in quite late, or not at all, with help. The gentleman in the picture reminds of the man who lived next door to the house we gutted in Gentilly. His house was well on its way to being habitable, and he was grateful to have us work on the eyesore next door.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Serendipity - Matisse And Dharma Blue
Photo by Denise Daughtry
After an absence of several years, my husband and I revisited historic Seville Square in Pensacola. As we were driving downtown to the square - for once, we did not get lost - I noticed when we passed the Pensacola Museum of Art, that a Matisse exhibit titled "Henri Matisse, a Celebration of French Poets & Poetry" was in place. I told Grandpère that I wanted to go there after we left the square. I love Matisse and would not miss an opportunity to see his work.
As we walked around the square, we saw the museums, Old Christ Church, pictured above to the left, and the old homes we had already toured in our previous visit. As we headed toward the location of a restaurant where we had enjoyed an excellent meal in the past, we were pleased to see that it was still there, still with the same name, Dharma Blue. The restaurant is in an old restored house, painted blue, of course. The walls are decorated with local art, many of them portraits of famous musicians, such as Chuck Berry, Louie Armstrong, Ray Charles, and others. Once again, we had a delicious lunch and for desert, a key lime pie to die for.
After walking around a little more, we headed for the Pensacola Museum of Art. The Matisse exhibit was the only one open, but that was fine, because that was what I wanted to see.
Matisse, Henri. Mallarme, Stephane.
Poesies
As I entered the gallery, I thought "Wow! Oh, wow! This is stunning!" I knew that I was going to love my time there. There were two rooms lined with etchings and lithographs by Matisse. My reaction to art that I love is a stirring inside, a gut reaction, I suppose you could call it. It's either there or it's not. It was there.
The description of the exhibit from the museum website says:
This exciting exhibit pairs the etchings and lithographs of world renowned artist Henri Matisse (1869-1954) with the artist’s own translation of the works of French Renaissance poet Pierre de Ronsard (1542-1585) and Modern poet Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898). This combination of Matisse’s artistic as well as literary vision is said to truly exemplify the charm of French poetry and provide true insight into the creative world of Matisse....
Matisse's etchings and lithographs without the brilliant colors of the paintings, which I was accustomed to seeing, forced me to look at his forms, the human figures and animals, in a way that I had not previously viewed them. The colors in Matisse's paintings are so vivid and arresting, that I had focused on the colors rather than the forms. I found the simple lines of the etchings and lithographs to be as amazing and playful as the paintings which I love so much. Matisse's art seems to be filled with wonder and delight in his own work.
As I wondered through the exhibit, I saw what Matisse could do with just a few lines. I found a headless nude female drawn with eight lines. I moved on to find another headless nude drawn with four lines! Yes, four lines. Further on was a wonderful portrait of Edgar Allen Poe, whose poetry Matisse translated into French.
Matisse says of his drawings that he was directed by a higher power. "I was guided...I do not lead."
There's much to be said for small museums. Museums like the Metropolitan Museum or the Louvre can be overwhelming. In Pensacola, I made my way leisurely through the entire exhibit. I was alone the whole time, except when Grandpère wondered in from visiting the history museum. How can such a gem of an exhibit go unnoticed and unattended?
Before I wrote my post, I deliberately did not read the review of the exhibit in the Pensacola News Journal, because I wanted to give my own impressions. I see that the reviewer uses "playful" in his description, and he also takes note of Matisse's "economy of line".
Essential Equipment
You absolutely must go read this hilarious post by Richard at Caught By The Light. Someone we all know and love is going to be insanely jealous.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Bed, Bath, And Beyond
Back in December of 2005, at Street Prophets, Deborah Brown placed a post called "Stuff" before her readers:
It's very PC at the holidays to bemoan the commercialism: the blatant, greedy, toddler-like grab for stuff.
The truth is, I love my stuff.
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But there is no denying that some material things really do give us pleasure. As much as love and peace and togetherness are all anyone ever needs, there is much joy, beauty and fun to be found in many worldly, material, straight-from-the-mall items.
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So today for a little low-key Friday fun, I invite you to tell us about some of your favorite things--and I do mean "things." No messages of time spent reading peacefully, but tell us about the book. You can talk about the joy of family dinners, but please describe your favorite serving platter. And you can mention love and romance and friendship, but also dish about that special piece of jewelry.
Over at SP, you get to give your comment a title. Here was my response:
Bed, Bath, and Beyond
I love my bed with the pillowtop mattress; it's so hard to get up out of it, especially on cold mornings.
I love my hot bath, although I'm told I'm too old to be taking hot baths. Warm maybe, but not hot; but I do it anyway.
Sometime I luxuriate in my bed and bath to such an extent that I am ashamed of myself. I am tempted to pray, "O God, if I make it through the pearly gates, please give me my pillowtop mattress and my hot bath".
Today I'd say the same about those two pleasures. I look forward to them and luxuriate in them every single day.
For those of you not familiar with the names of American chain stores, there's a little insider play on words here.
It's very PC at the holidays to bemoan the commercialism: the blatant, greedy, toddler-like grab for stuff.
The truth is, I love my stuff.
....
But there is no denying that some material things really do give us pleasure. As much as love and peace and togetherness are all anyone ever needs, there is much joy, beauty and fun to be found in many worldly, material, straight-from-the-mall items.
....
So today for a little low-key Friday fun, I invite you to tell us about some of your favorite things--and I do mean "things." No messages of time spent reading peacefully, but tell us about the book. You can talk about the joy of family dinners, but please describe your favorite serving platter. And you can mention love and romance and friendship, but also dish about that special piece of jewelry.
Over at SP, you get to give your comment a title. Here was my response:
Bed, Bath, and Beyond
I love my bed with the pillowtop mattress; it's so hard to get up out of it, especially on cold mornings.
I love my hot bath, although I'm told I'm too old to be taking hot baths. Warm maybe, but not hot; but I do it anyway.
Sometime I luxuriate in my bed and bath to such an extent that I am ashamed of myself. I am tempted to pray, "O God, if I make it through the pearly gates, please give me my pillowtop mattress and my hot bath".
Today I'd say the same about those two pleasures. I look forward to them and luxuriate in them every single day.
For those of you not familiar with the names of American chain stores, there's a little insider play on words here.
Friday, June 29, 2007
We Passed A Good Time
Our beautiful pool
It's good to have time away, but it's good to come home, too. I was thinking of getting a laptop, so I could have access to a computer when I'm away from home, but the keyboard is so tiny, and frankly they're a pain to use. I guess you get used to them if you use them regularly. I know that I would not like one for my main computer, and why do I need more than one computer anyway?
We stayed at Eden Condominiums in Perdido Key, FL, just over the Alabama line, in an area that is not quite as congested as Orange Beach, in part, because it is near a national seashore area, which excludes development. The picture shows the main pool, which really was lovely. There were several pools, a baby pool, a wading pool, an indoor heated pool, and a hot tub, in addition to the main pool.
Having the two condos next to each other was convenient, as there was much going back and forth between the two, especially the children. We ate well, with Grandpère and my son-in-law doing the cooking. Those two guys have food on their minds all the day long. As soon as one meal is over, they're planning the next meal. That's fine with me, just so the plan does not include me doing the cooking while I'm on vacation. I'll do breakfast, but that's it.
My son, who is newly divorced, and his two children saw that they could have an enjoyable vacation, even without their ex-wife/mom present. Good for them, because I don't see the parents sharing a vacation any time soon.
The children included boys 13, 11, and two 7 year olds, and one 11 year old girl. The cousins love each other and enjoy their time together. The two young boys played together and the three older ones hung out together.
My son believed that he was too old - 42 - to be attractive to women, however, women are pursuing him as word gets around that he's single again, and I think he's beginning to see that there is life after divorce. What's sad is that many of the women his age seem rather desperate to find a man. My son is in no hurry to move into a serious relationship, which I believe is very wise.
As the title of the post says, we Cajuns passed a good time. The one Italian among us passed a good time, too.
Back To The Swamps - Good-bye Beach
My next post will come from the swamplands of south Louisiana. I wish I could blink three times and be home, but I'm forced to do road travel, which I don't like. It's been a good week.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Gone To The Beach
Picture from Desktop Pictures
We're off to the beach. Tomorrow, my husband, two of my children, my son-in-law, five of my grandchildren, and I head for northwest Florida. Yes, all ten of us will be invading Florida. It will never be the same. We have two condos, next to each other. My daughter, her husband, and their three boys will stay in one, and Grandpère and I, my son, my granddaughter, and my grandson will stay in the second condo.
Very likely I will not have internet access, and I will not be posting during the next week. I'm turning off my comments during my absence. If I find that I have easy internet access, that may change.
My time on the beach is mostly limited to early morning and late afternoon. I love walking on the beach around sunset. During the day we do other things or just lounge around and relax. I'm taking lots of books and magazines with me.
Blessings to all. Y'all take care, and be good while I'm gone.
UPDATE: Tomorrow we head back home. We've had a lovely time. The cousins, especially, enjoyed being together. Everyone got along, thanks be to God. Grandpere was a little frustrated that everyone did not fall in immediately with every one of his control-freaky plans, but he got over it. He got over everyone but him sleeping late, too. Vacations are for doing what you like, right?
There's something quite calming about watching and listening to the surf come in and go out, time and again, world without end. Amen. 6-28-07
Is George Angry With His Friend Tony?
Is Bush angry with his old friend, Tony Blair? Will Tony be desperate for a job when he leaves office? What's going on here?
I have absolutely no expertise in Middle Eastern politics, but this, to me, flies in the face simple common sense. I am a wee bit more familiar with the manner in which certain of Condoleezza Rice's cockamamie schemes have played out in recent history, which makes me all the more skeptical.
Bush must surely have Blair's acquiescence before putting this word out, but one can't be sure with our president.
From the Washington Post:
The Bush administration is laying the groundwork for an announcement of Tony Blair's appointment as a special Middle East envoy for Palestinian governance and economic issues after he steps down as Britain's prime minister, following two months of behind-the-scenes negotiations, according to U.S. officials.
Blair would report to the Quartet overseeing Middle East peace efforts -- the United States, the United Nations, the European Union and Russia -- and focus on issues limited to the internal workings of a future Palestinian state. Political negotiations involving Palestinians, Israelis and the Arab states would be left to Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, the officials said.
What a quartet! I can hear it now.
The Palestinians have yet to be approached on the possibility, but U.S. officials believe they would welcome a Blair appointment. Among Palestinians, Blair is known to have a good working relationship with Prime Minister Salam Fayyad and President Mahmoud Abbas, but he is considered strongly pro-Israel and is closely associated with the Bush administration's Middle East policies, according to Palestinian analysts.
Why ask the Palestinians? Why on earth would their input be needed?
Russia hasn't signed on yet. I see reliance on a significant number of "ifs" here. I have heard of such a thing as floating a trial balloon, but this balloon seems to have been floated - how shall I say it? - way too prematurely!
Asked if Bush had spoken with Blair about the idea, Snow said: "I don't think he has. I don't have any knowledge, and my guess is I'd know. But, no, I don't know anything."
What! Blair may not have been consulted yet? British officials won't comment. What kind of nonsensical announcement is this? Where will this scheme cooked up by Rice and Olmert go?
Look, I'm for any realistic plan to bring about peace between the Palestinian factions and peace between the Palestinians and the Israelis. I'm all for realistic plans to bring about peace anywhere in the world, but this one appears extremely unlikely to be fruitful. Of course, I could be wrong.
I have absolutely no expertise in Middle Eastern politics, but this, to me, flies in the face simple common sense. I am a wee bit more familiar with the manner in which certain of Condoleezza Rice's cockamamie schemes have played out in recent history, which makes me all the more skeptical.
Bush must surely have Blair's acquiescence before putting this word out, but one can't be sure with our president.
From the Washington Post:
The Bush administration is laying the groundwork for an announcement of Tony Blair's appointment as a special Middle East envoy for Palestinian governance and economic issues after he steps down as Britain's prime minister, following two months of behind-the-scenes negotiations, according to U.S. officials.
Blair would report to the Quartet overseeing Middle East peace efforts -- the United States, the United Nations, the European Union and Russia -- and focus on issues limited to the internal workings of a future Palestinian state. Political negotiations involving Palestinians, Israelis and the Arab states would be left to Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, the officials said.
What a quartet! I can hear it now.
The Palestinians have yet to be approached on the possibility, but U.S. officials believe they would welcome a Blair appointment. Among Palestinians, Blair is known to have a good working relationship with Prime Minister Salam Fayyad and President Mahmoud Abbas, but he is considered strongly pro-Israel and is closely associated with the Bush administration's Middle East policies, according to Palestinian analysts.
Why ask the Palestinians? Why on earth would their input be needed?
Russia hasn't signed on yet. I see reliance on a significant number of "ifs" here. I have heard of such a thing as floating a trial balloon, but this balloon seems to have been floated - how shall I say it? - way too prematurely!
Asked if Bush had spoken with Blair about the idea, Snow said: "I don't think he has. I don't have any knowledge, and my guess is I'd know. But, no, I don't know anything."
What! Blair may not have been consulted yet? British officials won't comment. What kind of nonsensical announcement is this? Where will this scheme cooked up by Rice and Olmert go?
Look, I'm for any realistic plan to bring about peace between the Palestinian factions and peace between the Palestinians and the Israelis. I'm all for realistic plans to bring about peace anywhere in the world, but this one appears extremely unlikely to be fruitful. Of course, I could be wrong.
Shopped Till We Dropped
Shopping with an 11 year old girl is not for the fainthearted. A good portion of yesterday was spent with my 11 year old granddaughter, buying a summer wardrobe. You may ask why she needed a whole new wardrobe. Didn't she have any clothes?
There's no other way to tell this story, except to say that early in this week, her mother, my son's ex-wife, told him that their daughter would not be taking any clothes that she had paid for when she went for her time with her dad. He was going to have to take responsibility for her wardrobe at his place. Two wardrobes? OK, fair enough.
I called my GD to assure her that I would take her shopping, and that she would have clothes for the time at her father's house. Trust me, my son was not the appropriate person to accompany her on a whole wardrobe shopping trip. He can't stand to shop, and he knows nothing about buying girl's clothes. I don't really like shopping any more either, and I buy most of my clothes online, but I rose to the occasion today, and I had a most enjoyable day with my beautiful and sweet GD.
I am quite fond of this girl, as she is the only female in the lot. All five of my other grandchildren are boys. I love them all equally, but my GD is special, as the only one of her kind. We bought shorts, shirts, flip-flops, and a swimsuit cover-up at Old Navy. I mention their brand name, because we were able to find nearly everything she needed there, either on sale or at quite reasonable prices. We had a buffet lunch, after which we were off to Target to shop for a swimsuit, intimate apparel, and a beach towel for her and her brother. We had a lovely day. One good that has resulted from the divorce is that she and I have drawn much closer to each other.
My GD has quite good taste in clothing; she knows what suits her and how to match up her outfits. She knows her sizes, and she did it all pretty much on her own. I was along for the ride and to pay the bills and to "oooh" and "aah" about her choices. I'll collect part of the cost from my son, but I would give this GD of mine the moon if I could, because she is taking the break-up of her family very hard. She's a beautiful girl, inside and out, and I hate to see her hurting so. At one point during the outing she said, "It's kind of fun to have two wardrobes". You go, girl!
When her mother came to pick her up, she showed her every article of clothing, and what matched with what, with great delight. I'm sorry to say that I experienced a bit of shadenfreude (mea culpa!) during this scene. The clothes did not travel with her to her mother's place. I marked them all with my son's name, for that is her wardrobe for her time with him. I felt petty about the labeling, but if she's going to have separate clothes for each place she stays, then they need to be easily identifiable. Lord, have mercy.
There's no other way to tell this story, except to say that early in this week, her mother, my son's ex-wife, told him that their daughter would not be taking any clothes that she had paid for when she went for her time with her dad. He was going to have to take responsibility for her wardrobe at his place. Two wardrobes? OK, fair enough.
I called my GD to assure her that I would take her shopping, and that she would have clothes for the time at her father's house. Trust me, my son was not the appropriate person to accompany her on a whole wardrobe shopping trip. He can't stand to shop, and he knows nothing about buying girl's clothes. I don't really like shopping any more either, and I buy most of my clothes online, but I rose to the occasion today, and I had a most enjoyable day with my beautiful and sweet GD.
I am quite fond of this girl, as she is the only female in the lot. All five of my other grandchildren are boys. I love them all equally, but my GD is special, as the only one of her kind. We bought shorts, shirts, flip-flops, and a swimsuit cover-up at Old Navy. I mention their brand name, because we were able to find nearly everything she needed there, either on sale or at quite reasonable prices. We had a buffet lunch, after which we were off to Target to shop for a swimsuit, intimate apparel, and a beach towel for her and her brother. We had a lovely day. One good that has resulted from the divorce is that she and I have drawn much closer to each other.
My GD has quite good taste in clothing; she knows what suits her and how to match up her outfits. She knows her sizes, and she did it all pretty much on her own. I was along for the ride and to pay the bills and to "oooh" and "aah" about her choices. I'll collect part of the cost from my son, but I would give this GD of mine the moon if I could, because she is taking the break-up of her family very hard. She's a beautiful girl, inside and out, and I hate to see her hurting so. At one point during the outing she said, "It's kind of fun to have two wardrobes". You go, girl!
When her mother came to pick her up, she showed her every article of clothing, and what matched with what, with great delight. I'm sorry to say that I experienced a bit of shadenfreude (mea culpa!) during this scene. The clothes did not travel with her to her mother's place. I marked them all with my son's name, for that is her wardrobe for her time with him. I felt petty about the labeling, but if she's going to have separate clothes for each place she stays, then they need to be easily identifiable. Lord, have mercy.
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