I saw Lyle Lovett on an episode of Blue Bloods the other day. Likely during the Wednesday marathon that happens on one of the digital channels. It’s the soundtrack that plays around these parts. Which reminds me … you need to read Becoming Duchess Goldblatt if you haven’t already. Lyle Lovett himself appears in the audiobook version. Also don’t judge a book by its cover. Trust me. Just trust me.
Which reminds me I need to dig out my copy of his Joshua Judges Ruth album. How can you not love an album titled Joshua Judges Ruth???
As I continue losing my mind over the state of the world, country, humanity and society in general, and my own little corner of the planet in 2021 … we are suddenly up to oh-my-gosh-Thanksgiving-is-in-two-weeks.
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I don’t know if everyone is just done with life, rules, or what … but I keep encountering a decided DGAS attitude.
DGAS, for those not familiar with the acronym, stands for Don’t Give A … Single Flying Rat’s Patootie.
I’m sure that’s it. DGASFRP is too difficult to pronounce. Dee-gas just flows off the tongue.
Is it fatigue (I get that), ignorance, apathy, a lack of kindness?
Two poll workers told me they liked the Be Kind mask I was wearing when I voted in the recent election. I guess maybe they encounter more than their fair share of unkindness.
The latest Covid data doesn’t support the lack of caution being practiced.
But rugged individualism.
And many still think data is the plural of anecdotal evidence … and correlation equals causation.
Sometimes in life we can’t even determine the causation – too many variables. Sometimes we don’t know why. Sometimes we can figure it out maybe eighty percent but not a hundred.
I did have an encouraging moment driving home from a lack of caution encounter the other day. With the music on shuffle, Mitch McVicker’s Freedom – a Jesus-y anthem – came up … followed by George Michael’s Freedom ’90 – an um, up yours anthem I guess.
Eh, I’ll use my freedom to do what I gotta do. To do what I can. Maybe by the grace of God it’ll be enough.
