Hebe, Balthazar’s wife, works in the “lost and found” office of the London Underground where everyday new objects that were lost or abandoned by riders are brought in by employees of the Tube or by citizens who find these amazingly inexplicable objects. Although Hebe likes her job she does not find the Towers a hospitable place to live. All the dampness and chill, all the ghosts of historical people who had stayed in the Towers before being tortured, hung, or beheaded, are not attributes to feed the domestic spirit in a housewife and mom. She still misses their old house and resents Balthazar for making them move, and, because Milo died at the Towers, blames her husband for her grief and loss. Milo, on the other hand, loved the Towers as did Mrs. Cook, the family’s ancient tortoise.
We are with these women when they land in California after their long journey. We are with them when they meet their husbands or potential husbands and when they realize that their husbands have exaggerated their success and their youth and their handsomeness. They leave with these strangers and we follow them to their wedding nights which are shocking to some, disgusting to others, tender to some, not so tender to others, or perhaps something just to be gotten through. They go with their husbands who often have no homes, who live in the fields of the farmers they plant for or prune for or pick for.
When I went to the Road Runner home page the other day to read my horoscope I came across this news feed, “Ho Hum Obama on the Brink of Democratic Nomination”.
While it is obvious that the 2012 elections is shaping up to be far less exciting than the 2008 election, it also seems true that we are beginning to expect elections that resemble action flicks. So President Obama I am offering a few pointers for the 2012 election. Sorry, considering the way things are going of late and considering how much we all like Michelle, my suggestions will not include any womanizing, although in every other way you are welcome to act like 007.
Hint 1: Get a Presidential sports car, American made of course, so no Maserati’s (unless they are now being made in America), but here are some very nice examples:
I prefer the Corvette, but you have some latitude here.
Hint 2: Wear you tuxedo – it looks nice and puts you in a league with other 00’s
Hint 3: Pose with guns and flames, but don’t actually shoot anything.
Hint 5: Get a car elevator that is better than the one Mitt Romney is getting. Get one like that one in Mumbai in the movie Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol for the White House. Perhaps Warren can foot the bill. He probably likes a little razzle dazzle in a campaign. It could be better than the bat cave.
Hint 6: Race at least one cabin cruiser (perhaps a souped up one, but not a cigarette boat) down the Potomac perferably at dusk with fireworks. This outfit looks good for cruising too so wear this.
Since no one seems able to comment on my blog I will put my sister, Bonnie’s comment here. She says, “Ha, Ha! I like your style. Of course then would have to face all the auto makers, the non-drinkers, the economists for using so much gas in a frivolous purchase (the boat), and the general public for wasting so much time on social activities.”
Thatcher defined her own political philosophy, in a major and controversial break with One Nation Conservatives like her predecessor Edward Heath, in her statement to Douglas Keay, published in Woman’s Own magazine in September 1987: