She's not blogging, not much anyway. She's — what? — in Ohio for Spring Break? Who goes to Ohio for Spring Break.
Well, that picture is from last Tuesday, when I was meeting Nina for some laughing and serious talk at Barrique's Wine Cave on Monroe Street in Madison. Nina memorializes the confabulation at the end of this long post, thusly:
Tuesday – I paid the price for my protracted recline on the ER bed the previous day. I had classes and endless meetings and appointments to get through and it was a tight fit. Luckily the day ended with a glass of wine with my most happy friend. I suppose you don’t remember my suggestion that mental health requires putting in hours with happy people? I did that tonight.I'm aiming to spill the happiness, my friends, so be happy here.
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Who goes to Ohio for Spring Break
Somebody at work reported to me dialog from first-run WKRP Cincinnati, about a staffer who went to Columbus on vacation. ``I like Columbus.''
We will celebrate with you Ms Ann. Let's be happy and remember the good times with our friends while they are here. Listening to old Broadway musical songs still works for us. We raise a toast to your Bloggy soul.
Nina's story of health problems unfortunately seems common to those who grew up behind the Iron Curtain, with inadequate diets and poor health care.
What's with Althouse?
She's grinning with joy over winning First place in The World's Ugliest Shirt contest, women over 50 division.
Well I was hoping you weren't drinking wine before lunch on a Saturday morning.
@jdeeripper, that was cold. Very cold.
What's with Althouse?"
She's giddy at the thought that smugness and self-satisfaction pass for happiness in the world of Althouse.
@ robert jay... You should try some self satisfaction sometime. Contentment is the sine qua non for a happy life. There is no guilt in enjoying the fruit of your labors. Accepting God's blessings with a happy heart is not shameful except to some one with a Legalistic religious spirit (All Marxist re-distributionism is a legalistic religion too).
Speaking at a 6th generation Ohioan,
Ohio is a delightful place any time.
Columbus and Cinci are quite wonderful cities.
Enjoy Professor, enjoy.
C'mon! Conveying joy in the blog? If you could really do that, you'd write about movies better!
Not that we don't want joy for you! :)
Alas, the gloriously in love begin to bore the rest of us quickly. Are we jealous?
When I was a kid Dad would load us kids in the car at midnight and drive 7 hours to Ohio to vacation with relatives. très boring for kids, no offense intended, although I did badger my way to the dog races one night. Or was it buggy races?
Everyday I drink some wine. Everyday I feel fine.
Are they still serving the most excellent shiraz I had there last month?
I go to Peoria for spring break.
I said this over at Nina's (I think) -- I love this photo of you.
It's nice being around happy people.
So, do we all get invitations to the wedding?
Please God let it not be Paul Campos.
Wedding?? I can readily imagine Ann being in love, especially with a kind person. I cannot imagine her getting married, after all her strenuous defense of being single.
Is that a shirt or a blouse? From the Jimi Hendrix collection?
I think it would be odd to date Althouse. It would be like that commercial for wireless service, with an enormous crowd following the protagonist as his "network*, with Athouse's commenters as the amorphous, ever present crowd.
Buck, thanks for the chilling visual. Can you really picture that crowd? Us? Not a pretty sight.
Ok, she did give us a dramatic foreshadowing a while back when she posted the picture of her troll doll - you remember that right? The one with the good hair? Oh yeah, nothing better than a redheaded troll...
Now imagine, if you can, a plethora, nay, a panoply of trolls. A Trollhattan, if you will, all marching in lockstep. That is enough to frighten zombies.
I cannot imagine her getting married, after all her strenuous defense of being single.
Yeah, but doesn't that happen all the time?
Before my husband and I met, he used to preach to everyone that most people, including himself, should NEVER get married, that relationships were miserable, that marriage was only for people who wanted children.
Then we met and were engaged within four days, married within two months.
Even Valenti, decrier of the patriarchy, is getting married.
I always thought marriage about a 2-sigma institution - fitted, in various ways, to about 84% of the population. I was in the obdurate 16%. This was because I had come to dislike my first wife quite a bit by the time the divorce had been ongoing for about 5 years, which is in the nature of things. But I had also come to dislike marriage itself - that unremitting if unmeditated pressure of another personality on yours. Thus, bachelorhood for about 18 or 20 years. Now I'm cheerfully wedded to a similar reclusive - we meet periodically in the center of the house, equidistant from our respective offices, exchange tersely incisive remarks, and tumble happily into bed.
Time, that takes survey of all the world, unveils many imbecilities, some of them one's own.
You have the sneaky tipsy glint in your eye that says, "I know something you don't. Oh and guess what I'm drinking too, sucka!!!"
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