I know it's not "grateful friday" but here's something to be grateful for:
Scott McClellan is gone!! Personally, I like to refer to him as "Rolaids" McClellan -- I can't think of a more miserable, nauseous-looking man, this little mouthpiece of evil. I know there's no reason to celebrate his resignation because someone worse is bound to spring up in his place, maybe even someone more articulate, who sweats a bit less, looks less constipated, has a bit thicker a veneer of sincerity, and then maybe more people will be fooled... but... does anyone watch White House press conferences anyway? Sigh. I'd like the think he's out there right now munching on Rolaids and filling out a MacDonald's application, but I know it ain't so. Puffy little weasel will find some plum job!
On a more cheerful topic, Alexandra and I went to hear Anne Lamott speak last night!!! She's such a warm and funny soul and one of the few people in the world for whom I would go to a church to hear thoughts on faith. Couldn't all Christians be like her? Please? She's a deeply loving person, and she talked a bit about how hard she's trying to practice Christian love towards our current administration... because apparently the doctrine is that Jesus loves us all equally. Really? Does Jesus REALLY love Dick Cheney? I could never be a Christian because I know I could NEVER accept that, never never never! She admits to having big problems, too, accepting that "God has such bad taste," and says she's achieved about 4% love so far. That's something! But... I don't mean this as a joke... I know Jesus is all about love, but what incentive is there to be a good person if Jesus loves Dick Cheney too? It makes no sense to me! But I do think it's a worthy pursuit to work hard at love and empathy and kindness, rather than being infected with hatred by having to live in a world controlled by evil men. And it IS work. It made me think of Liz's post a while back about adding Bush to one's spiritual altar. I can't really wrap my mind around it! (I have a secret wish that the world could split like cell mitosis and create two identical worlds, and the Republicans could all be in one doing their polluting/money-grubbing/war-mongering thing, and the rest of us could watch in a magic mirror as they stew in their foul juice!!)
Anne Lamott actually didn't talk much about politics. She read an essay from her book about a ski trip she took some Easter past with a terminally ill friend, and she spoke of her 16-year-old son and how he grew up on bookstore floors (and I remember! I worked in her local bookstore during college, and remember her there, and Sam on the floor with his toys while she taught or spoke), and she talked a little about her planned July 14th revolution that is all about libraries and kindness, and she led us to sing "My Country Tis of Thee" (it sounded beautiful, as if we were a choir), and when a baby cried in the audience and the mother tried to creep out guiltily with him, Anne said, "Please stay. Your baby is welcome here," and the mother did stay, and the baby didn't cry again. It was marvelous.
Afterwards Alexandra and I went out for veggie burgers and talked about our current writing projects at a neighborhood pub, just the kind of thing I was so looking forward to doing when she moved here last year. We hadn't lived in the same city since 1994 when we both lived in North Berkeley and used to go for long walks at Tilden Park and eat whole pints of Ben & Jerry's (each). She's since lived in Seattle, Israel, Bulgaria, and Los Angeles, and now she's here in Portland, often to be found camped out in some remote corner of Powell's Books with piles and piles of books around her, like a fort. I'm so pleased to finally have my best friend living just minutes away, and I'm also so pleased she started blogging, because she had been so SECRETIVE with her writing for so long, and now I get to read it every week, and I love it!