Saturday, January 1, 2011

DRAWN TO THE NEW YEAR....

My granddaughter Jenna stayed up after midnight to make this "first cat drawing of 2011."
I know... The cat is blue.
Maybe it's blue because it knows a cat is about the only small animal Jenna doesn't have as a pet.
Or maybe it's because it's a feral cat, and out in the country where Jenna lives, no one rescues feral cats and they are more than apt to end up as dinner for a coyote.
Or maybe it's because it knows that Jenna's grandmother Rose isn't exactly a cat person.
Whatever, blue is a handsome color for this cat. Maybe there should be more blue cats.
I like this drawing very much.
And it doesn't make me sneeze or wheeze.

Friday, December 31, 2010

NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS...

Readers of my newspaper column will always ask me at this time of year what my New Year's resolutions will be. And I will always admit that I have never made them.

Why not? I'm not really sure. Perhaps I haven't wanted to disappoint myself if I haven't kept them.

Or perhaps I simply never made the ceremonial "big deal" about the change from one year to another. After all, I sometimes joke, that change means I have to remember to write a new date on my check, and that's something I don't adapt to overnight. Sometimes, in fact, the new year comes along at about the same time I've finally begun to automatically write the correct date; and then it's not correct anymore!

And what about New Year's Eve? That never meant a lot to me either. I think such habits begin early, and since I never had a date on New Year's Eve, it never emerged as an important thing on my calendar.

As a teen, instead of a date, I would be looking forward to the baby-sitting money I could bring home on New Year's Eve---double the usual hourly rate; and sometimes more! And because my customers stayed out later on that night, the dollars really added up.

Was I a greedy girl? No. I was simply a girl who was one of the older children of a very large family, and my father had died when I was just 14. Helping to bring money into the household was important, and so was school. That required balance.

I enjoyed life; I enjoyed high school; I loved my classmates and still do. But my worries were different from the concerns of a lot of young girls of that time.

Go ahead---share with me your New Year's Eve adventures and misadventures, and share with me the New Year's resolutions you will make and break. I enjoy hearing about them.

But, as always, the old year will end and the new one will begin without any real help from me. I will be sleeping soundly when the change occurs.

However, I wish you and your loved ones a happy and healthy New Year. And I sincerely mean that.


Good wishes from Rose About Town, who is happy to receive your comments at randrmoore@gmail.com.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

DOES FROSTY THE SNOWMAN KNOW HE'S OBESE?...


Does Santa know he is fat; or care?...
Did Marilyn Monroe know, if she were a star today, she would have had to lose 50 pounds?...
Would the world have been a better place if Andy Rooney or Dorothy Fuldheim (the first female TV anchor) were skinny?...
Has the news business gained excellence because its female anchors have sylph-like silhouettes?...
Would Burl Ives or Pavoratti have been better singers if they were Hollywood-skinny?
If Jackie Gleason had been a thin man, would he have been a better comic?...
Would Ed Asner, Ernest Borgnine or Walter Matthau have been better actors if they had lost some weight?...
Would Theodore Roosevelt have achieved more without his pudgy profile?...
Would Winston Churchill have been a more effective wartime leader if he were not fat?...
Would Aristotle Onassis have been more successful if he had concentrated on a healthy weight-loss diet?...
Would First Lady Barbara Bush have influenced us more, or been more beloved, if she were stylishly slender?...

Then there are such portly figures as Buddha; Mama Cass; Alfred Hitchcock; Raymond Burr; Orson Wells; Eleanor Roosevelt...

So many people some would classify today as overweight have entertained us, inspired us, fought for us, protected us, set us on the right path, mentored us, taught us, befriended us, loved us, made us think more deeply and enjoy our lives more fully, been good leaders and been good neighbors... and so much more.

We would miss a lot in our lives by judging our fellow man on Body Mass Index...



(Through thick or thin, love the special people in your life... If you wish to add some words of your own, send them to me at randrmoore@gmail.com. I will share them unless you ask me not to)

POSTSCRIPT: Several of you have asked me what my weight is... or if I'm a "fat broad?" That makes me realize you missed the point.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

THE BRIEF BLUE SKY...

DECEMBER'S BRIGHT AND TEMPORARY DAWN....

I am startled to awake today to sunshine and blue sky. December in our valley has been smothered in dark clouds whose only asset has been the beauty of the snows that have softened the hard edges of the cold.

But now, as December moves toward the last days of the year, the sky has freed itself quite suddenly from cloud and darkness. The rising sun seeks breaks within the icy creek and lights a fire in its frost-chilled ripples. The tree tops on the valley's rim pick up the brightness.

Preening in the unacustomed light, the sycamores stand tall along the waterway, stretching slender fingers upward to the blue, their trunks extending long and white below into the creek's reflective waters, like the legs of dancing showgirls.

For all the morning's newborn clarity, the day is very cold; the air is frozen into brittle stillness. A jet trail paints its gleam across the eastern sky, and that cold beauty somehow makes me think of children sticking tongues on frozen flag poles.

The concrete cherub sitting naked on my entry step is bathed in sun that bears no warmth; I know that little guy would shiver if he could.

But I am comfortable and warm inside my house, and so I look away and daydream over coffee. And when I look again, the sky is thickly clothed again in clouds.

Like a bright idea quickly lost, the day has lost its brilliance.