I'se headed out again fer a spell of speechyfying. Be travlelin' in the West and Midwest fer a few weeks. Nothin' more to Aunty's taste than tellin' folks what's wrong an' how to fix it--
Well, now, seriously, this means I'se movin' into warp speed to git these speeches polished up---- an' untangle mah hair an' knickers so I can be publicly presentable-- a harder and harder task, I does admit.
Truth is, speechyfyin' in hard times is hard work. Folks need a hopeful horizon, a history to revere, a blessin' on what they is doin' to keep thangs together in they own backyards. An' an encouragement to square the shoulders an' keep pullin' the wagon up the right road to the right goal. People is growin' weary, I see. Weary of the lies and the cheatin' ways of the wonks. They need to believe that belief ain't always betrayed. That somethin' is worth their honor. How does one discuss the real time worry, but inspire hope in the future?
I welcome yore ideas.
An' it means less time fer bloggin'. I hate to miss all the Mute Monday, Culinary Throwdowns an all such fun, but mostly I doan like missin' y'all, what's doin' in yore lives. When I can I will read yore blogs an' may even leave a comment or two. But fer a few weeks, mah posts will be very few.
The good thang is that Uncle will come out an join me fer few days at one of them utterly fabulous National Parks. So, tired as I will be, thar's a wee bit of fun factored in. Plus, when I gits home, it's over til Jan 2010! (Thas' right, no deadlines in mah life fer two whole months---hooray!)
Y'all hold the fort, carry on, keep the fires burnin' an I'll be back directly.
Adieu, Adios, C-YA.