Okay, I've done a bit of slacking. I recently chastised my friends Brittany and Taylor for depriving me of new blog posts, and here I am, writing for the first time in nearly two weeks. Yikes, that is embarrassing.
What is new...what is new? Well, I could tell you about Christmas, being home or the joys of finally making (slow and rather shameful) progress in Anna Karenina, but that would be forced, I think.
My father has been watching a documentary on President Harry Truman for at least the last hour and I find that my speech is being affected by that old way of speaking. You know: you hear it in recordings of old news casters or in the voice of Cary Grant in "An Affair to Remember". As I write, I am tempted to use phrases like, "Now look here!" or "Say, what do you mean by that?" or even "I think we could get along alright, so long as he doesn't give me too much soft soap!"
I find myself partial to Bess Truman. She was shy, private and a bit stern. It seems she wasn't all that pleased at being the first lady - Joe calls her "A simple Missouri woman". But Harry loved her. When they were in their early-mid sixties he is quoted as affectionally telling her that she looked "exactly as a woman of her age should look." How romantic (please do not imagine that I am being sarcastic). I think I will make it my goal, from now on, to look my age - to embrace it. Thanks Bess, or rather...thanks Harry? I appreciate it.
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