OK, so the Georgia state flag fight has been going on and on. Now they seeing if one of the options would be to go back to the pre-1956 flag... but from the picture in today's paper, the thing has IN GOD WE TRUST going across it! So for $2.5 million they will have a refendum and we will be able to choose between the yucky flag they created a couple of years as a compromise, a flag with a big Confederate battle emblem on it or one that mixes church and state? I say they just hang a big while flag with a damn peach on it. I'm glad Georgia doesn't have its own Pledge of Allegiance or we would have legislators gnashing their teeth over yet more pointless crap.
(Which reminds me: Anyone else live in a state where all state employees, including state university workers, are required to sign of on a McCarthy-era anti-Communist loyalty oath????? Had to do that when I got a job at the UGA dining hall.)
...recently they have really become, well, elderly. I'm not talking about me suddenly realizing they're mortal (I went headstone shopping with dad over 10 years ago) or sick (Dad's had major health issues for years also) or fall asleep all the time (I grew up with that), but now there is like this stereotypically elderly behavior going on that cracks me up. Like my mother today sending me and my siblings a religious email, one of those inspirations stories, which isn't something I thought she'd ever do, because even though she and Dad have always been very involved in the church, she's not a religion-pusher. Then to follow up on this, she calls me tonight, after we haven't talked in probably 6-7 weeks (we are both realllly bad about calling one another) and she's telling me how she went on a trip to Foxwoods casino with my hometown senior center group. (Mom's also doing tai chi with them, which is cool.) Mom going to a casino?! No way! Dad didn't go because he doesn't like to do senior center stuff, but sure enough, at 69, he's doing the elderly stuff too more than ever. Like I said, they have always been old (when I was born, mom was 39 and dad was 41) but now they have sort of grown up in a way, if that makes sense :)
On a related note, while a couple of days ago I was encouraged by some email from Mom that she and Dad would be visiting me in April, taking advantage of an AirTran special, as always *sigh* they are now waffling on it. Mom claim this is Dad's fault since he won't commit to go and has worries about his health, but the fact that they've only visited me once in six years down here indicates to me there are larger issues. The idea of having to plan to go in advance, buying tickets, is part of it. Then they are always waiting for some perfect sale on airline tickets -- even though I tell them when there are good deals, they never believe me. Then there's the hotel cost -- the only time they visited, I think the deciding factor was me offering to pay for their room. I wouldn't even get so riled up about it except for every email I get from Mom is about them going to visit one of my siblings. They'll drive a whole day to see a grandkid and be out every weekend visiting some other group of family but me... *sniff* Lucky thing I'm secure enough to know that I'm really their favorite :)