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One

is the loneliest number….. yes, a sequel to Three Dog Night.

I got married post-40 and missed a lot on the way. People always did dinner parties by couple and I would mess up the numbers.

In my home, always and forever since I had my own home singles were always invited, encouraged. At first in my early 20’s I was uncertain of my ability to cook and entertain, but I did organize parties and dinners for staff et al.

Thanksgiving is a major event for many people in Texas with my husband’s family. Christmas is when we bring people we know, because we’re from neighborhoods far away, who are newly single or have family overseas or have no family, or are new to our environs. We’ve had some lovely dinners, food of course, but company greater.

I’ve always been a “one” and was discounted for 20 years because I upset someone’s table arrangement. That has never happened and will never happen in our home. There were couples and families who took me along as a third or fifth wheel but they were few and far between.

I believe that to invite one is to invite a friend for stimulating conversation. There is no need to invite a potential “match” for that person. If you’re happy with your husband and kids, there’s no need to help your friend get hitched.

Know that every time friends have a dinner party without single people who belong and are left out because it’s an odd number at the table, there are hurt feelings for those singles who are left out. Table for one? Dee

Pendulums

Yes, they swing. Witness Mitt Romney during the 2012 presidential campaign:

“There are 47 percent of the people who will vote for the president no matter what. All right, there are 47 percent who are with him, who are dependent upon government, who believe that they are victims, who believe the government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they are entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you-name-it. That that’s an entitlement. And the government should give it to them. And they will vote for this president no matter what…These are people who pay no income tax.”

That is patently untrue. Now said party is trying to hold the entire citizenry of the United States of America hostage by shutting down the government to keep affordable health care from senior citizens, the poor and middle class. As I recall, Newt Gingrich tried that and it failed miserably. But you go ahead and don’t learn from your mistakes.

This moment I’m calling it Romney’s Revenge because he started this version of healthcare in MA then went against it as his party decided to kill it by calling it Obamacare and saying our President was not a US citizen. They were lame attempts that failed in the end.

A party that tries to tell us how to live our lives and that we’re not worthy of being citizens in this great nation, then licks its wounds after political losses and blames voters for it, is on the wrong path.

To Republicans, you cannot want to win and not include independents like me, and exclude everyone you don’t like from the tent for being Latino, gay, or all your touchpoints. The tea partiers don’t bring anything to the table and ostracize potential voters.

Why do I tell you this? I am a moderate. I would prefer the political pendulum swing from 60-40 for whatever party is in power. Personally, I believe the fewer laws passed in Congress each session the better, like the budget and one or two major issues per year. And limit the pork barrel budget.

I see more money going into campaigns and much longer campaign lengths that may start the day a servant of the people is elected. You’re elected to represent us, not you.

Right now I see an avaricious Congress only looking into posturing for next year and the Presidential election and ignoring the people they have been elected to represent. That goes for both parties but mostly for the desperate one which is grasping at straws. Trouble is, it’s a hurricane and straws can only go so far.

I am concerned that the Republican Party’s cow-towing to the extreme right wing troublesome not only for the party but for the country. When the platform is all about exclusion, who is going to vote for your candidates? You do the math.

When there is a close electoral win in Senate or House, there was a need to talk across the aisle. Gifted legislators such as LBJ, Tip O’Neill, and Sam Rayburn knew that. Now everything seems fragmented and I’d love to be a fly in those hallways to see if you even say a brief “good morning” to your political opponent.

Perhaps many of us would like to know if you ever talk with each other as that would be telling. In the meantime, could you possibly spend a few moments thinking about the welfare of your constituents and of the American people instead of yourself and your re-election campaign? Thanks, Dee

Corners

The other night I made pizza, homemade from crust up of course. I always stretch the ingredients to the corners. Tonight in the oven is my nacho mix to at least get my husband’s palate going. Everything goes to the corners because they matter.

I stretched the vegetarian beans and cheese over the chips and will add tomatillo salsa after it comes out of the oven. I made sure everything went out to the corners.

Why the corners? I was a corner for half my life. I got the empty corners, then started coming out of the corner when I was 30 and started standing up for myself, my family, my business, my clients.

I adopted a corner dog after spending a year visiting her in the shelter as a valued volunteer. She’d been abused by a deputy sheriff so mistrusted men, uniforms and kids who used to throw rocks and sticks at her, oh, and anyone in a hat.

Before she died all the kids and moms in the tot lot would call out her name and come out to pet her. She even got to know our neighbor who usually came out in a tee shirt and shorts, but sometimes put on camo or even dress whites, USN of course. All the neighbors got together and gave a tree to our park in her memory, my former corner dog.

My first cat in 1987 was kicked off the 7′ shelf on which he was born. He was flown to me across country to this avowed “dog lady” and sprung upon me, “surprise!” in NYC. I had no idea what to do with a cat, so I learned, quickly. He was a corner cat, who came out of his shell a few weeks after his arrival at five weeks of age, and talked and talked (Burmese /Siamese mix) and I never got the last word in  for 13 years until I had to let him go. He died in my arms, no longer in the corner.

I was so shy in school I sat in the back, pretended to be dumb, and would never try out for a solo for chorus. All when I was second chair violin and had to tune everyone’s instrument every day. Corner gal. No longer.

Today I see “corners” with promise and help them along, whether human, canine or feline. There was a day when I had someone in the neighborhood to take care of rescued birds, iguanas and snakes. I’m leery of the last sentence but do my utmost to help anyone who wants to help his or her self break out of the corner.

The only corner I want to be in is a corner office! We’ll see. In the meantime this cook is a mentor to any “corner” person who needs a “thumbs up” and make life happen moment. Cheers from Dee