Hello Creep.

Awakened in a happy mood although it was Monday.  Feeling very bright and cheerful today; must be all that pumpkin, light eating, whole wheat pasta and ice cold orange, or…just happy.

I actually saw cirrus clouds outside the back porch this morning.  Funny to see those in summer, actually funny to see them almost any time in New Orleans.  But as I drove to work, through Old Metairie, on quiet back streets that were lined with the fuchsia, lavender and white laciness of crape myrtle trees, high white cumulus clouds were building like mountains lit by the sun, and the buds rose against a baby blue sky and the clouds.  Exquisite.  Last night after Ray Donovan, sat on the back porch and enjoyed the air. It was warm but I was comfortable.  I thoroughly enjoyed “Legends and Lies” about Francis Marion and although I knew “The Patriot” was based on his story, I didn’t realize how close to historical accuracy that movie was until  last night.  I know Mel Gibson got a hiding saying it was not historically accurate, that this was as important as this or that and it erroneously made it appear his character was responsible for winning the Revolutionary War, when…in actuality, according to the story last night, a docudrama, the Battle of Eutaw Springs in South Carolina was a pivotal point in the war that won the South and drove Cornwallis into the cup-de-sac that was Yorktown and he had no choice but to surrender.  Gibson got a lot of flack for depicting the British soldiers as cruel savages against civilians, saying none of that went on, when in fact, it was documented last night that, in the South, the British savagery against civilians was far worse than it ever was in the North.  All under the auspices of General Tarleton.  Burnings, killings, torture.  In the South.  So, I just guess Mel can’t do anything right because he’s a Catholic?

Have to find a book about Francis Marion.  When I was six, Daddy, Mom, Tim and I drove to South Carolina to visit Aunt Cal, Uncle Joe, etc. for Christmas.  Before we left, Mom said we might be able to visit the grave of the Swamp Fox.  We never did, but I remember being in Mass one morning telling one of the nuns, “We’re going to the Swamp Fox’s grave!”

They said last night that he is the father of guerilla warfare and that many of his tactics are used today by the Army Rangers.

Blast, I’m in the mood to watch, “The Patriot” again.  Poor Mel.  It’s not fair.