And here's what some had to say -- that he deserved it. Or one of his own supporters shot him "while celebrating." They quickly added in the two assassination attempts on Trump -- somehow he deserved that, too. (Or just made it up.)
This is sick. This is wrong. How can you live with yourselves, saying things like this?
I would say the same thing if Kirk was a dedicated Democrat supporter.
Mark Kelly (D-Ariz): “Political violence is never the answer. It divides us. But also, I’ve got to say, political rhetoric, too, from both sides, often gets out of hand and it incites people to do things like this...
“think about .. our words and the consequences of them, you know, from both sides of the political spectrum.”
Charlie Kirk, a name synonymous with having the courage to speak what you believe and seek/welcome conversations with those whom you disagree with.
I’m not a political person but I am a proud American citizen and today was startling, saddening, and maddening all at the same time.. I’ve realized that I’m a bit naive to how crazy it all has become but watching a man get hunted and slayed in broad daylight because of his opinions made me disgusted and devastated.
This can’t be what we actually are or become as a country.. I believe that the good people will always outnumber the evil people but damn… today was an alarming day in our country’s history.
I'm headed to Durango's La Plata Quilt Guild on (Sept.11) Thursday to talk about appraising -- how it not only helps protect your current work, but gives you ideas for being a better quilter.
Really!
That's part of my job, not only as an appraiser but a quilt competition judge. You still quilt the way you want to -- I just make suggestions.
Join us at the Durango Senior Center (2424 Main Ave., Durango, CO) for the lecture. The meeting starts at 5:30 p.m.
And then I'll spend the next two days appraising...there are still a few spots left. (But not many.) Contact me or the guild to grab an appointment.
College ball, that is. We don't tend to mess with the professional teams. College football is much more uncertain and exciting -- you never know what's going to happen.
Like...Michigan losing a squeaker to Oklahoma, 13-24. (It was closer than the score suggests -- both teams made a lot of mistakes. Dropping the ball on a punt return?!? And Michigan's QB is a true freshman - he just turned 18 a few days ago.)
Easy, brilliant life hacks-- including this one: use inflated plastic gloves for padding in shipping. (I just bought a package of 500 plastic gloves for a buck at the thrift shop -- guess what they'll be used for?)
The Nazi's daughter's home not only features a stolen painting (which conveniently disappeared), but a coffee table inlaid with a swastika design. Their lawyer finally produced the painting; a number of other paintings and drawings were also found during the search. We'll be hearing more about this, I'm certain. P.S. Daughter tried to get a court to rule that the painting was hers -- didn't work. The heirs of the original owner are doing the same...no ruling there, so far.
And finally -- a very quirky (and amusing) song -- "Blue" by Eiffel 65. Silly...but hypnotic. (The band picked the color randomly, by the way.)
Just as I'd finished writing this earlier, Daughter #1 texted -- Adopted Son's dad died suddenly. There's not much we can do to help, but love up our kids and let them know we're praying for them. Rest in peace, Rudy.
Hot....sunny and hot. But the trip from the airport, after we got through the high-rise condos, showed an intriguing mix of old statues and buildings, all crammed together, with more than the usual trees and parks. That was Madrid, Spain in July.
Statues like this are fairly common -- right in the middle of the roundabouts
Our hotel ended up in the university area, only blocks from the Royal Palace. Our first meal was out on the patio by the street -- I ordered paella, that Spanish mix of shrimp, sausage, veggies and bright orange rice. Friend Chris ordered a tosta: an open-face sandwich topped by a wriggly mix of baby eels.
"I'm not eating that," Tommy, her husband, retorted. But the Brick and I each had a bite, and it was absolutely delicious -- firm and juicy, with a hit of olive oil. (I kept thinking, ' Don't look.' Thoughts of worms and leeches kept intruding.) Tommy and the Brick had a beer, which helped some. And I had the first of an amazing series of cafe con leche. Dappled leaves overhead, the warm smile of the waitress (who figured out what we wanted, thanks to our limited Spanish and her equally so English.), good food -- and traffic noise. What else could you need?
So... if you get a chance at an eel sandwich, Spanish-style, take it. Really.
Unfortunately, when you visit Madrid in the summer, you're going to be sharing the public areas with umpteen tourists, many of them Japanese. Statues and sculptures, celebrating this emperor or that military victory, are everywhere -- unlike many of the old monasteries and churches, which were torn down for Progress. Commercial buildings were put in their place -- but no worries: their art treasures were safely removed to the nearest museum. After a while, I got the feeling that this was not exactly a coincidence.
Some cathedrals remain, and they're lovely. One was in view out our hotel window. We also strolled (and strolled, and strolled) through the large royal park, lined with trees. ("Sycamores," said Tommy, who studied forestry in college.) Due to the heat, no doubt, the Royal Palace, and its attached museums, was built on the top of a large hill overlooking the city. We had purchased tickets, but with no signs until the very entrance, ended up in the wrong line. (Do not expect signs telling you where to go -- not in Spanish. And certainly not in English.)
Tommy and Chris at the Palace. The crowd had thinned quite a bit at this point.
that's what hot temperatures, pavement, few places to sit down, and no shade will do for you.
The palace was absolutely amazing -- room after room with gilding, large-scale paintings (on the ceiling, too), and jammed with precious china, musical instruments and furniture. Chris and I both noticed, though, that the men's personal areas were much more fancy-decorated than the women's. And the areas meant for meeting public dignitaries were the most elaborate of all.
See what I mean?
Yes, that violin is a...
One emperor (Charles, I believe) had umpteen statues and paintings of himself, displayed prominently in various alcoves. Charles, portrayed as Claudius, the Roman emperor. Charles, looking noble in ringlets. Charles, in full uniforn on a prancing horse...and just as obviously, never fighting in an actual battle.
The main entry stairs. Charles statues were all over the place here.
Other than His Majesty, we saw a wide range of paintings, both at the Palace and at the Museo del Prado, that were amazing -- and beautifully kept. It's obvious that the Spanish value their artwork. One strange thing, though -- in spite of Spain's Civil War, it was only briefly mentioned. I kept wondering: weren't these places looted?
If that was the case, somehow they were restored. Or maybe the rooms were even more lavish originally. Several signs noted that the King (yes, they still have one) occasionally uses the palace for state events, including a huge dining room, and a table that we could barely see the end of.
Thanks to air conditioning, or the lack of it (the Palace had none, and the Prado was minimal), and few places to sit down, we usually made a beeline afterwards to the nearest cafe for a cold drink. Or a beer. Or an ice cream. Even our rooms, though comfortable, weren't exactly cool. This included a nighttime visit to a nearby cafe for a flamenco show...accompanied by a tall goblet of iced sangria. It was hot, dusty, intense, sweaty and sexy -- all in one. Steam rose off everything -- including the dancer's heaving chest. Yow!
In between, we had more than our share of gawking at passersby, incredible sculptures, good food (surprisingly inexpensive, considering) -- and some of the best coffee ever. A warm (very warm!) and friendly place...I'd go back in a footstomp.
Overall:
*Take a city bus tour the first day you get there; it will help decide what you want to see. Plan on lots of walking -- public transportation is good, but confusing. Because there were four of us, we often ordered Uber-style...which didn't cost that much more than a bus. Wear comfortable shoes and lightweight attire -- we saw a number of women with long lacy skirts and sandals. (No short shorts or bra tops, though. You'll sunburn, and most probably won't be allowed in some places. Think basics.)
*Artwork and furnishings were fantastic -- though I suspect the rich were the beneficiaries. Poor people? Like the monks, they got by with whatever they could. Which probably wasn't much.
*You'll need water -- LOTS of water. Freeze your water bottle beforehand, if possible, or plan to buy from the many vendors. Usually a small bottle is 1-2 euros.
*Food was uniformly good, especially if we stuck to typical dishes -- seafood and ham (yes, ham!) are famous in this area. So is pasta. Spain had a number of excellent beers, too. Our neighborhood had plenty of 'kabob' places -- tasty and cheap. I had read about a multi-course menu del dia, but we only had it once -- it was offered from 1-3 p.m. weekdays, when we were usually somewhere else. It was good, though, and 14 euros -- better than entree prices. (Do NOT expect 'Mexican food.' Spanish cuisine is much different.)
*Souvenirs were tacky, expensive -- or both.
*If you're lucky, some people will speak English. Some basic Spanish would be extremely helpful here, though pointing and gesturing helped us. Fortunately, we all spoke a little Spanish, as well.
*Wait until you get there to buy tickets. Both the Royal Palace and the Prado were easy to get into. (We got tickets for the Palace ahead of time -- but we really didn't need to. Both lines were just as long.) We saved approx. $20 per person by buying the flamenco tickets at the cafe the night before. It's not cheap -- but memorable. And get the sangria!
