Watch out . . . because, in both the words and tone of a very scary character in a Stephen King movie, . . . "I'm baaaack!" Oh, wait, according to a movie trivia website, nobody ever famously said that. The line Jack Nicholson delivered so memorably in “The Shining” was, “Heeeere’s Johnny.”

Wonder why it is that my image of that scene is faulty and whether that should give me pause for talking today about anything that’s going on in the world? Oh well, it's probably just as well I am amusing myself rather than complaining, like I hear many of my fellow seniors are doing, that U.S. Representative Paul Ryan is trying to dump me off a cliff.


See, the thing is, I've been thinking I'd have my own very pleasant little say on this blog once a month - just in case I could engage others in my fun. But, since I haven't stirred up the interaction I'm always hoping for, I'm taking the advice that I just spout off to myself whenever I'm so inclined.

It took yesterday - my very own observance of D-Day - to remind me that time waits for no one person to just Do it - do whatever it is that rings his chimes. What rang mine was celebrating the wedding anniverary of my son and daughter-in-law and recalling other reasons, as well, for me to celebrate life on this day.

Primary for me, obviously, is that that my dad was born on June 6, 100 years ago. And then, that takes me back to June 6, 1944, where, at six years old, I observed my parents' hopes for the successful invasion of continental Europe by Allied forces during World War II. Bringing this event even closer to home is my pride in my soldier grandson currently out in the desert perfecting his contribution to our best hopes for repelling despotism.

So, since everything that matters to me is all about best hopes for everyone, including preserving the American Republic, perhaps it's no wonder that today I'm posting a rant. I simply can't get over hearing the president of the land that I love deliver an Economics 101 lecture to the world in the company of the German Chancellor who I admire extravagantly for not strangling him on the spot.

I just can't help but wish President Obama knew what the valedictorian of Exeter High School's graduating class deftly pointed out last Friday, that everyone has unique gifts to contribute to the American Promise. Perhaps then he would quit acting like we, the people, need to be entirely under his care. As for the appalling behavior of U.S. Representative Weiner now playing in the wide world of "what now?", if he doesn't make the case for getting smarmy sex gamers out our public business, I'm afraid you're just going to have to throw this mama off the merry go round.

Okay, I feel better now. Likely it's just as well I bailed out on the stress test I was supposed to take today because my back is creaky - scheduled just for drill by a cardio doc who, after all, has to cover his own butt. All I had to do was spout off to get back to my usual certainty that the future is still safe in the hands of the kiddies. As for whether I ever stir up any conversation on this blog, at least I'm taking care of myself here - and what good can I do for the world if I can't do that?