Cuddle Chat

Sometimes on mornings like this, when Noah has no school, we have "cuddle chat." We snuggle on the sofa, while I have coffee, and he tells me his thoughts. At bedtime, he asks the big questions, often about God, or tells me his fears. A few nights ago, he asked me if I thought his bed could wrap him up like a mummy, and then become a coffin. He hasn't seen the movie, Mummy, but he has seen a Scooby Doo with a mummy in it. I guess that inspired his fear that night. In response, I knocked on the bed, and said, "Nope, this is just a regular bed; it's not magical. It won't come alive. This was Papaw's bed when he was a boy, and it never came alive then." This seemed to work, as he fell right to sleep.

Barak Obama will be sworn in tomorrow. It's great to see a bi-racial* man become president, but it's frightening that he is also a socialist. I'm dreading the negative changes our country will go through. My British friend, Paula, could probably share with me all about Britain's health care. I've already heard one bad story. I also heard a tale, just the other day, of Canada's socialist healthcare system. A man had done poorly on a stress test, and needed a bypass surgery. He was put on a list, and waited over a month for his "turn." Thankfully, he survived the month. Sadly, the British tale didn't end the same. The gal died waiting for her needed surgery. And this is what is coming our way. I pray that my children and grandchildren survive it.

*I refuse to refer to black or (black and white) bi-racial folks as "African American." I don't require others to call me "Swiss-Irish American" (the two main cultures I come from). If I'm called white, it's not any different to call others "black," though "pale peach" and "brown" would be more appropiate. Maybe I'll start a movement, while we still have free speech, and use these terms from now on. I can see it now, on a form:

Race (check one):

Pale Peach
Pale Pink
Dark Brown
Medium Brown
Light Brown
Olive-tone
Yellow-tone
Red-tone
Other (for example, green, purple...)