In the course of preparing for an upcoming workshop, I encountered a link to a George Bush coloring book. It has illustrations for Bush’s deathless words, including “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.”
Oh, here’s the official government coloring page:
And the found poem which will, I think, be one of this president’s lasting contributions to our culture, along with a deep sense of national shame about this decade:
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!
This is composed entirely of public words from Mr. Bush, and I have seen the documentation.
The insurance company should foot the bill for the household catastrophe, though not for the enormous electric and water bills coming up. I am hoping that the restoration people will come today and we can be rid of the blowers, the smell, and the living room full of furniture from the bedrooms, though as you can see, the cat likes it.
Today is my day off, and I have Book Club (discussing Searching for Caleb) and a meeting with Janalisa about the summer youth choir before handbells and choir.
I had been planning to have a PSD (personal sewing day) in and around those things, but it seems unlikely at the moment, since my sewing machine is hidden in the welter of refugee furniture. It was on Memorial Day weekend last year that I started my SWAP with the goal of finishing it in a year. Here it is, a year later, and I finished that SWAP and am a quarter of the way through the SWAP Part II. If I had been able to keep to my timetable of one finished sewn object per week, I would have been going into the June workshops and conferences with a a good warm-weather wardrobe. Life has been too exciting for that. However, I do want to get back on schedule with my SWAP. If, over the course of this Memorial Day weekend (I’m working Saturday, so I guess today’s day off counts as part of my personal 3-day weekend) I can put together a couple of pieces, I will be able to feel well-dressed while I distribute the George Bush coloring pages.
The little children in my state are supposed to be able to recognize Mr. Bush and remember his name. This comes under “Nationalism/Regionalism,” a heading which I find bizarre in the context of school curriculum. They did not ask me.
They did ask me about “Recognize the place of [our state] in the global economy at the time of the Civil War,” and I was able to remind them that our state did not have a place in the global economy at that time, being as how mail delivery still involved tying a horse to a tree and swimming across the river, so that teaching goal was removed from the list.
I did my part for rationality in the curriculum.
I thought you might like to see some pictures of my flower garden, with the healthy crop of poison ivy.
Pretty, isn’t it?