Thinking when I should be working

I’m deep into denial that I need to make one last grocery store run.

This piece by Peggy Noonan on Maggie Thatcher, among other subjects, really has me going this morning. In particular, Noonan writes:

Because she was a woman. Because women in politics are always by definition seen as presumptuous: They presume to lead men. When they are as bright as the men they’re disliked by the men, and when they’re brighter and more serious they’re hated.

Tell it, sister. I know I come across as strong-minded to the point of stubborn. I know men call that strident. What I hope someday that I can get you all to understand is how hard it has been to even establish a place as a side-lined housewife with an opinion. I appreciate that even one other person in this world gets it.

By the way, Noonan’s comments on Jobs and Hollywood shouldn’t be missed, either.

Here’s a Thatcher quote that came from the comments of the article above:

4. My policies are based not on some economics theory, but on things I and millions like me were brought up with: an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay; live within your means; put by a nest egg for a rainy day; pay your bills on time; support the police.

If you ever needed a short answer for why I think the way I think, you just found it.

Unbelievably, the Republican candidates for President have managed to self-limit and come down to two: Romney and Paul. As Ryan showed us yesterday, there’s been a problem with filing for the Virginia primary.

I guess that is that. Maybe one of those slackers is a better choice, but when you can’t manage a campaign to cover basic secretarial skills, you lose. Guess we’re done now.

It is not beginning to look a lot like Christmas. This is more like how I grew up. Cold sometimes, but no snow. It is, however, hard to adapt to the situation in this location further north. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I kind of miss the snow.

Doubt I’ll see a child riding his or her new bike in shirt sleeves, though.

I wish you a Merry Christmas. I ask you to do one thing outside of your tradition or comfort zone that might make the holiday a little more pleasant for those around you. Guys, consider mopping the floor. Gals, back away from one expectation. Slow down and be present to the moment.

See you in a couple of days.