Surprisingly, as I write these Monday posts, I have had yet to include anything by my personal muse, Ronnie James Dio.  Time to rectify that oversight right now. 

Many are familiar with Dio’s snarling, soaring vocal style on the his harder and better known metals hits with Elf, Rainbow, Black Sabbath, Dio and Heaven & Hell. (What, you have a musical career which spans fifty plus years, you’ll have a list, too.)  However, the man could really sing anything, including lovely slow, smooth pieces as well.  So, I’ve chosen such a song here.  Sitting in a Dream is one of three songs he did as a guest singer on a solo album by Roger Glover.  Glover is best known as the bass player for Deep Purple.  This performance is from a concert Deep Purple did in 1999 at London’s Royal Albert Hall.

The album came out in 1974 and was a concept rock opera entitled, The Grasshopper’s Feast and The Butterfly Ball.  Kids of my generation grew up seeing clips from the accompanying animated film on The Electric Company.  The song Love is All (also featuring Dio) still pops up on Nickelodeon Saturday morning shows and was a minor hit for Dio and Glover.

No politics or Op-Ed piece in this Monday’s Music.  Right now, I would simply like to remember the man and his effortlessly powerful voice.  This Wednesday marks the second anniversary of Ronnie James Dio’s death from stomach cancer.  Here’s a little slice of what was lost.

I’m just passing time before the Ball
Playing my guitar
I don’t have to be where I don’t want to be at all
Maybe I’ll go far
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream…
Ah, in a dream
Sitting in a landscape full of sighs
Dream away the day
Making up a tune about the blueness of the skies
This is where I’ll stay
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream…
Oh, in a dream
Watching as a red and white balloon
Sails across my mind
In between the images that drift along my tune
Smile as they unwind
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream…
Ah, in a dream

"Sitting in a Dream"

Originally recorded in 1974, this version was performed Sept 25th, 1999. A subsequent Deep Purple live album was released on Feb 8th, 2000 and included this performance.

The good news is that I am no longer behind because of my vacation… It’s been three weeks so I can’t use that excuse anymore.  The bad news is I am still behind.  Ah, well, par for the course, eh?

Somewhere in the craziness of my life I realized that this past weekend actually saw the one year anniversary since I began this blog.  This set me to thinking.  What have I learned from fifty-one posts, two hundred and forty-four comments (approved at least) and three hundred and forty tags?

You’d be surprised, actually.  I was.  It wasn’t what I would have thought.

I have learned we largely take from the Internet that which we bring to it.  In my day-to-day life I value family, friends and a sense of community above all else.  So, it comes as no surprise then that the Internet has helped me reconnect with old friends, strengthen relationships with current ones and make new friends, primarily other bloggers.

Blogging requires consistency.  One needs to keep posting or interest fades.  I am not always consistent in all I undertake, so this is good practice for me.

Hostess once had a character named Chauncey the Chocodile.  Who knew?

Another thing I’m finding I need to practice in regards to my blog is restraint.  A couple of my blogs have generated their fair share of controversy (take the piece on Swankville or the one on home schooling) and I have received my quota of blistering comments.  My general rule of thumb is to put up any comment, even if it rips me to shreds, provided it uses relatively clean language and does not contain too vicious a personal attack.  The temptation to reply to some of these is huge, but it serves no one to engage the true believers.  I am not going to change their mind.  No need to fuel the fire.  Let me assure you, this is very un-Erika.  Usually I have to have the last word.

Speaking of true believers, here’s another something I’ve learned, sometimes the delete button is your friend.

As “American as apple pie” started as a Depression era marketing campaign to aid apple farmers.  I’d say it worked.

Don’t give up on people.  Most people will try to do the right thing most of the time.

I’ve learned a few interesting things about myself.  As outspoken as I have been, I’m not as fearless as I would like to think myself to be.   I’ve had a piece on our local schools sitting in my drafts folder for months now, but I haven’t hit the publish button.  I’m not sure how it would impact my kids.  Prudence or cowardice?  Hard to say.

I realized I could never be a vampire.  Will I ever need this knowledge? Likely not, but it’s good to know anyway.

I have found out I am not alone.  Others out there are just as passionate on topics close to my heart.  Of course, I also know there are lots who as equally passionate in the opposite direction.  Somehow, knowing there are people like me outweighs the thought of those who are not.  This isn’t limited to the big things like women’s reproductive rights, teen bullying or civil liberties; it works on the more mundane.  For instance, other people miss Ronnie James Dio and mark May 16th as a sad day, too.

I like jelly donuts, I never knew that before, and I like the “jelly” in my friends even more.

I never want to stop writing.  I never want to stop running.

Sometimes the life we end up with is not the life we dreamed of as children.  Sometimes, it is even better.

I firmly believe that happiness is a choice and this past year has reaffirmed that for me.  Thank you, my friends, for a wonderful year.

Five reasons to be so happy- the four of them and all of you!

Yep, I went on vacation so I’m like behind on everything.  This is my excuse for weighing in on this topic long after our twenty-four hour news media has already cycled through it.  Still, here’s my two cents…

Mitt Romney owes Ann Romney a nice, big “Honey, I’m sorry I screwed up” bouquet of flowers.   Let me explain why.

Unless you live under a rock,  it’s possible you might have caught a word or two on the whole “Hilary Rosen attacks stay-at-home moms” extravaganza.  Basically,  as I understand it, during part of Mitt Romney’s stump speech he includes a reference to the role his wife plays in helping him stay in touch with the concerns of women in this country.  To paraphrase Governor Romney when he wants to know what is most on the mind of American women, he asks his wife.

When discussing this choice of women’s issues/economic advisor on the campaign trail  Democratic strategist Hilary Rosen made an observation.  “His wife has actually never worked a day in her life,” Rosen said on Anderson Cooper’s “AC360” show. “She’s never really dealt with the kinds of economic issues that a majority of the women in this country are facing in terms of how do we feed our kids, how do we send them to school and how do we — why we worry about their future.”

This whole bruhaha illustrates some of what I find most irritating about the relationship between politicians and the so-called pundits:

1.)  The ability, or sheer crass stupidity, of both parties to be able to willfully misconstrue any statement.

2.)  The rapidity by which a candidate can deplore a position he or she backed only weeks before, despite videos and voting records to the contrary.  Do they think we’re so dense that we’d forget???

3.) The condescending brass balls on these yokels towards me as a woman and as a stay-at-home-mom.  Do they think I’m so brain-damaged… scratch that, yes, clearly, they do.

Let’s start with my first point.  Eric and I were on a cruise went this story broke and as we watched CNN, we both looked at each other and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding?”  Mind you, Eric is Mr. Republican and I (duh) am Ms. Democrat and we BOTH agreed on this one.  Ms. Rosen was not guilty of saying stay at home moms don’t work.  The inference was clear.   What Hilary Rosen meant to say was Mrs. Romney had never worked a day in her life OUTSIDE THE HOME.  Which is true.  Ms. Rosen was guilty of forgetting one thing… every word is examined and then deliberately misunderstood by today’s media.  This goes equally on both sides of the aisle.

Moving on the my second pet peeve, and frankly, Romney has been guilty of this even more than most politicians, changing his story.  Suddenly, now being home with your children is sacred and above reproach when just weeks ago Candidate Romney urged the parents of young children to return to the work force so that they might enjoy the “dignity of work”.  In a town hall address in Massachusetts this past January (2012), he had this to say,  “While I was governor,” Romney said, “85 percent of the people on a form of welfare assistance in my state had no work requirement. I wanted to increase the work requirement. I said, for instance, that even if you have a child two years of age, you need to go to work.”


Furthermore, while Governor Romney made it clear on the Massachusetts state assistance to low-income families (TANF= Temporary Assistance For needy Families) that raising a child did not count as work towards the law’s mandated work requirement to qualify for said assistance.  Mind you, I’m not knocking this particular piece of legislation. (I haven’t done the research to do so.) However, I am knocking the hypocrisy of Romney jumping on the lynch mob bandwagon by going after an accidental “moms don’t work” comment by Rosen when he himself has clearly, and with purpose, planning and public crowing of it, held the position for years that being a stay-at-home parent is not defined as work under the law.  (See this link for more on the specifics.)  Hey buddy, no fair getting all whiny now, you can’t have it both ways.

Though Lord knows, you keep trying.

Make up your mind, sir.

Make up your mind, sir.

This brings us to point three: the cajones on behalf of the Right Wing of the GOP.  In the past six months they’ve attacked my access to contraception, my right to a safe and legal abortion (not to mention questioning my ability to discern whether I want one), my pride in my own sexuality (unless it coincides with a socialital demand to squeeze out as many children as God decides to send), my privacy to make all these decisions with my doctor or my husband as needed, even my rights as an individual to fight employment discrimination.  (And that’s just off the top of my head, I’m sure there’s more, but I get so mad when I think about it I have to be careful or someone could get hurt.)  However, now, suddenly they’re running to my “defense” with a condescending pat on the head because I am a SAHM.  Save it, folks.  I didn’t feel attacked and I sure don’t need your platitudes. You want to help us moms out?  Help make our family planning choices affordable and accessible.  Quit second guessing our ability to make decisions regarding our own bodies just because it makes you feel uncomfortable.  Or, hey, make sure our kids have access to open and honest sex education, to health care and the ability to make informed choices.

Because ultimately choices, or the lack thereof, is what Hilary Rosen was trying to talk about.  Eric and I chose to have one parent stay home.  In the beginning, we weren’t sure it would necessarily be the wife.  Ann Romney also chose to stay home.  She chose to have a housekeeper, to live in what I would call your basic mansion and to drive two Cadillacs.  An incredibly small number of parents have such choices in their lives.

I don’t think Ann Romney or Hilary Rosen deserve any censure, either for not working or for any remarks they’ve made.  I think the one who screwed up here was Mitt.  He made his wife his de facto expert on women’s issues, a role she is simply not qualified for.   Like anyone else, she can only speak to what she knows.  So, if she’d like to talk about her husband’s wonderful personal qualities, his faith, his performance as a husband or father, she’s your go-to-girl.  I can’t tell you the concerns of the uber rich woman and she can’t attest the worries of a mom in the burbs like me.  Frankly, neither of us can attest to the worries of most working mothers and fathers because we have something they do not.  We have choices.   While my job as a SAHM has been and continues to be hard work on many fronts, after fifteen years in the actual work force I can say it is not as hard as many jobs outside the home which many women (and men) shoulder in addition to their job as parent.  Most of these parents didn’t leave their children and go to work because they CHOSE to, they went because they HAD to.  To say that Ann Romney can understand the worries of those parents for their children’s futures, education, health care, even putting a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs and food in their mouth is ludicrous.  That’s what Mitt Romney did when he used his wife as a source of information she clearly does not possess, he cited the ludicrous and Rosen was right to call him on it.

Governor Romney, you made yourself look out of touch, again, worse yet, you made your wife look vacuous.  Go buy that pretty lady some flowers.

Who me? What'd I say?

Who me? What'd I say?

Now, when do we get to talk about those idiot Secret Service Agents in Colombia?  Who’s cheap enough to try to not pay the poor hooker her $47?  I mean, really???

Good Morning!  The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers say hello.  I hope you all have a lovely May Day!

May Day Posies!

Happy May Day

A Time to Talk

Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Hi all, yep, still behind, but slowly wading my way out of the detritus.  Still, it has been a happy sort of detritus.  When perhaps I might have been writing on my blog I have been spending time with family and dear friends or working on my next novel The Dragon in the Garden.  I simply need more hours in the day as my running has been suffering as well.  There are worse problems to have, I suppose.

That being said, as wonderful as things currently are at present, one still has regrets and this week’s song represents one of mine.  I’ve found myself  in one of those situations where, completely through my own actions, I think I screwed up a relationship.  Now, I’m not sure, thanks to a situation of radio silence between we two, although I have the sneaking suspicion that trying to apologize and have a conversation designed to fix things would likely drive the person further away.  Perhaps time will help mend the rift? Perhaps there is no rift, just something all in my head?  I don’t know, but I do think, in the words of this song, “I really f***ed it up this time.”

Right now the  people reading my blog are saying, what song, Erika?  Oops, sorry, sort of skipped that part.  The song is Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons:

Such a catchy, fun, folky song.  One simply has to sing along (radio edits usually substitute the word “messed” for the f-word).  This is a song that can mean different things to different people.  Front man Marcus Mumford said of Little Lion Man, “It’s a very personal story, so I won’t elaborate upon too much. Suffice to say, it was a situation in my life I wasn’t very happy with or proud of… and sometimes when you can’t describe a feeling with your own words, it’s almost easier to express in a song. .. the song should stand on its own and people draw their own interpretation from the words.”

For me, I see the Little Lion Man of the song as the brash, impulsive, slightly naive child still living inside each of us.  I see the singer talking to that inner child and explaining, I (the adult me) blew it.  I should have kept a tighter leash on that child (actual complete honesty is rarely allowed between grown-ups) and now we both feel very badly about things.  I think the song is also about one of those really, profoundly uncomfortable moments when there is simply no escaping the fact that this time, the blame lies squarely on our shoulders.  We chose this course of action and now it’s time to pay the piper.

Just wish I knew what currency the piper accepted.

Wow, there’s a whole, huge lesson for our politicians on accountability for one’s actions there, but I shall refrain.

Here are the lyrics… so that you may draw your own meaning from them as Mr. Mumford would have you do.

Lyrics to Little Lion Man :
Weep for yourself, my man,
You’ll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You’re not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear?
Didn’t I, my…

Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You’ll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear? (x2)

Didn’t I, my dear?

Ahhhhh……

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear? (x2)

Released August 11th, 2009

Released August 11th, 2009

Didn’t I, my dear?

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