Today I'm still feeling a little down. After months of innumerable delays, my son Eero and his team suddenly deployed from Ft Bragg for Iraq just before 5 a.m. Tuesday morning. Eero had to fly back abruptly from an in-law reunion in CA, but we managed another mini reunion on Green Ramp to fill his thoughts into the wee hours just before departure. His older brother Bill also flew in from Boston, and the three old paratroopers (Eero, Bill, and Dad) spent their time reminiscing about earlier days together in the 82nd Airborne Division. It was good to see how much his team respects Eero's leadership as they head off to Anbar province, an area that is so unstable but possibly ready for a change. Of course, the whole team assured me that my cookies were essential to their success. You can bet I'll be baking up a storm to reassure them they are all in our hearts every day.
Just a few weeks ago, we had dinner with Eero at Bragg, where he was preparing his team for a nighttime field exercise before his imminent deployment to Iraq. During the 5-hour drive there, my husband and I enjoyed time to decompress and discuss politics, government, insurgents -- you know, the big-picture stuff that eddies and swirls but seldom resolves and never commits itself on pretty paper. The two new generals undertaking command in Iraq and Afghanistan are family friends. The politicians announcing their run for President are not. It is always my fervent wish that ambition does not cloud judgment, especially with so many lives truly in their hands, but who is helping these people keep their balance? Do we have a compromise-conjuror like Benjamin Franklin lobbying behind the scenes, or just lobbyists? Do we have a George Washington combining the hard lessons of battle and leadership with a leavened understanding of historical consequence, or just ambitious hard-working political overachievers whose attachment to history is argumentative and self-seeking?
Coincidentally, Bill returned to Boston to attend an intimate evening "sensitivity session" with Barack Obama. He mulled over what he could say in that small forum where minds are hopeful and already largely made up. Lip service is paid to supporting our troops regardless of individual opinions about the war itself, but Eero and his team have already had to purchase civilian versions of many protective-gear items for themselves. The Army is stretched to the breaking point in terms of supply-and-demand, even for advanced Cougars and other essentials, because this country, unlike during our previous full-scale wars, has not switched to war production on a level able to meet the demand. As suggested on a recent Bill Maher show, we'd rather shut down GM and Ford plants and put people out of work than manufacture the goods to support the troops while our political factions argue for advantage.
Meanwhile I'm concentrating on the everyday things that are good. My grandchildren bring me fresh perspectives on everything, from flowers just inching through the ground to acting in school plays to making up secret codes for classmates, just in case . . .


And I'm enjoying sharing in the development of the new
Scrapbooks Plus store, from the nitty-gritty of painting with fresh color to inviting a friend to be a guest-teacher at the store.
Carol Wingert (left) is an exemplary teacher with her own gorgeous mixed-media style and a very generous personality, and she's agreed to come from Phoenix to teach 3 classes at the new store in June. Her class at last year's
Creative Escape was among the most popular there, and she'll be a guest there again this September. She's co-authored two books with Tena Sprenger, the latest (out soon) entitled
Lifelines: Creating Memory Art to Chronicle Your Personal Connections. I'm delighted that she'll be staying with me so we can play together whenever we have some free time. You can come play with her, too, by signing up for her classes as soon as registration opens.
As you concentrate on your everyday things, I wish you good moments and good memories, fresh perspectives and good friends.