Every once in awhile I feel the need to “lighten it up” around here. I generally talk politics, but sometimes I fear people who don’t know me envision me walking about the house like a lunatic, raving and ranting about policy issues and such. Trust me, it ain’t so. I’m in the thick of raising two rambunctious little people; I don’t have time to let politics take over every segment of my life. (Thank the Good Lord!)
Of course, as Fr. Andrews pointed out last night at ICF, “democracy is a participation sport.” If you care about something, it’s not enough to think about doing something, or to talk about it, or to blog about it. One’s got to get their representatives on speed-dial, put their email addresses on your contact lists, and give them feedback frequently. It’s a balancing act, just like anything.
Think about the recently averted Connecticut fiasco, where the CT legislature was actually putting forth a bill that would dictate the actions of the Catholic Church (and only the Catholic Church). An estimated 4-5,000 Catholics showed up in front of the CT state capitol in protest, and the bill was rapidly laid to rest. Just think for a moment if all of us did this–especially when it came to things like abortion. Democracy works, when tried.
Anyway, it’s another cold morning—well beyond “crisp” but just short of “frigid.” David has finished the “chicken coop” out in the shed, and the kids are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the baby chicks on Monday. It takes five months for the chicks to start producing eggs. I’m looking forward to it. The heifers are finished calving, and the cows should start any day now. I can’t wait for that! I keep telling myself that this cold snap is the “last one” before spring starts asserting herself in earnest. The other day I did notice some tulips and daffodils poking through the ground, and it gave me hope.
This hardly seems possible, but it’s only a month away!