Actually, I missed George Clooney in DC – which is a shame because I happily would have protested genocide outside the Sudanese embassy, and not for the purpose of meeting George.  Instead, I was down the street at the Folger Library learning about women writers during the time of Shakespeare.  So close in purpose… and yet….

Went down to DC yesterday, for the cherry blossoms, museums, and shoes… so I feel even more shallow in my purpose given George was arrested for a good cause.  At least I wasn’t arrested for a bad cause, which is more than I can say for the three women being loaded into a police car outside of Nordstroms Rack.  I wonder if they ran into George in jail… can you imagine… “I was shop lifting and then, there was George Clooney!”

Overheard a fascinating conversation while in Nordstroms Rack.  LaShonda (her real name, although not sure on the spelling) told her friend that, “I really don’t need to see her fat ass.   I have one, and so I don’t need to see another one.  And the way she waves it around, did you see what she was wearing?”  To which her nameless friend replied, “Sometimes having a fat ass is enough.”

I worked very hard at just staring straight ahead.  Turning around might have meant that I wanted/needed to way in on the conversation… to which I might have said, “And sometimes it is too much.”

Also, fascinating was the announcement I saw on the community board at Sheetz.  And while I am on the subject, I have to point out that it is kind of strange to have a community board at a gas station mini-mart.  Do people really go there to learn about what’s going on in their community?  Do the flyers get good face time?  Or is it just a convenient way to get rid of the flyers that some poor shmucks who volunteered to help at a local nonprofit were given to post “all over town?”  Well, in fact, in Marysville, they are seeking volunteers to audition for their puppet ministry.

Let me just start with- this appears to be the perfect intersection of all roads going to hell.  Not being a person of faith and having a fair dislike to hatred of puppets (OK, Muppets excluded – but I wouldn’t want to meet them in person),  proselytizing by proxy using puppetry is a guaranteed paganizing event.  Sorry, I had to go for the alliteration there…  it was there, and I went for it.  But seriously, puppets?

The dislike of puppets may be a family trait.  As my mother pointed out, my grandfather was a red muppet away from having his funeral service at the church he attended as a child.  The minister at the time was known for bringing a puppet in at the pulpit (there’s that alliteration again, love it!), and my grandfather stopped attending the church.

On the other hand, my family also has a soft spot for the marionettes and the “High on the Hill” song fromSound of Music.  “Yodel-lei-hee….”  So maybe it’s only non secular puppetry.

Wow, from George Clooney to puppets, my how the time flies.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day if that be your inclination!

As ever,

K. Quinn