The Oppenheimer Report 12/1/08

Shauna and I just returned from visiting my parents in Buffalo for the American Thanksgiving holiday, and every year that holiday seems to have more meaning for me. As I and my immediate family sat down for Thanksgiving dinner, around the table at which I’d had the good fortune to eat my supper for well over forty years, I was profoundly aware of all of my blessings. I rarely give toasts, but this year I did, and I expressed my gratitude for those blessings. On top of the freedom to live in a Democratic society, and the good fortune to be healthy, and the love of my family … how much better does it get than to be able to share a celebration with four generations of my family? My parents were at the table, and we also had a great grandchild celebrating Thanksgiving with us this year (see photo above).

When I was younger, it seemed as if the starting gun for Christmas “cheer” began the day after the American Thanksgiving. These days, and I use as my barometer the displays at the Huntsville dollar store, the opening day for Christmas madness is sometime in late September. No sense in waiting until the last minute to buy that plastic Christmas wreath, or whatever other synthetic decoration you’ve had your eye on. While you’re at it, why not buy some Halloween candy, or perhaps a pair of leftover heart-shaped handcuffs (kinky eh?) from Valentine’s Day. You’re never too early to prepare for an upcoming holiday. The truth is, I feel as if the past year has flown so fast that all of these holidays are simply a blur on the swiftly passing landscape. I was down in Toronto to pick up some supplies several weeks ago, and I found a list on my desk of the staff in our apartment building to whom we gave holiday tips last year. Surely, much has happened since last Christmas, but when I see something I did a year ago, and it seems like a few weeks ago, understandably I feel temporally challenged.

Of course, with Christmas "just around the corner", we have the flurry of holiday commercials to accompany it. Once again, I feel honor bound to point out that, in my estimation, a commercial depicting Santa shocked into unconsciousness by a couple of giant M&M candies is not a good thing for a child to see. Besides, who is going to want to eat the candy that gave Santa a heart attack? And do these candies even feel remorse? As I do every year around this time, I heartily recommend that you read a piece of work by my favorite comedic author, David Sedaris, entitled “SantaLand Diaries”. Though not the funniest thing Sedaris has ever written, that story fairly well sums up the Christmas spirit as I see it. I know it is available in one of his earlier books “Barrel Fever” but it may be available in cyberspace as well. Years ago, I heard Sedaris read the whole twisted story (really more of a mock journal) on public radio while I was driving in my car, and I almost ran off the road because I was convulsing in laughter. His irreverent observations still make me chuckle today. If the mistletoe mafia is bleeding you dry and you need to inject some desperately needed perspective into your holiday activities, I suggest that Mr. Sedaris’ humorous short story might just be the therapy you seek. Finally, I hope that, during this holiday season, you will find the time to re-connect with your families, and to remember that there is always something for which to be thankful. I for one have made some serious adjustments to my definition of good fortune -Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Oppenheimer Report 11/3/08

Wednesday - Winter’s frosty breath chilled me to the bone tonight as Jasper and I took our evening constitutional. The weather man has been threatening snow for the past several days, but as yet, we have not seen much. Jasper doesn’t seem to mind and is in fact energized by the cold weather. I, on the other hand, am already pining for Spring.

Saturday – Maybe I spoke too soon, today was beautiful, and they’re calling for warm weather this week. Last year, I believe around the middle of November, we had a severe Winter storm up north. Shauna and I were delayed in leaving Toronto, and by the time we traveled north, our retractable dock up in Katrine was frozen into the lake. When we left for Toronto, we never dreamed the weather would change so quickly, and so early. By the time we had returned, we had to rely on our builder (Glenn) to chainsaw the ice from around the dock to free it up enough so that I could crank it out of the water.

Sunday – Today was spent removing the last remnants of the stuff from the old cottage, which we had stored in a trailer on the property. Some of it went into the as yet unfinished new log home, some of it went to our temporary rental bungalow in Burk’s Falls, and some of it went to the dump. When we closed the old cottage, two years ago, we had intended to go through everything before it was moved into storage, but Shauna’s dad fell gravely ill, and we ended up staying in Toronto for the six week window of opportunity we thought we’d have to go through all that stuff. Not knowing what we would save or throw out, the poor builders saved everything and moved it into storage. That trailer was packed full of all of the furniture, windows, doors, hardware, and a lot of the other extraneous stuff we never intended to save from the old cottage. It was a monumental job to move it all out. Three days later, we are nowhere near done sorting out what should stay and what should go. The good news is, psychologically, it is refreshing to be moving things into the new home. We’re still a long way from completion, but at least the end is in sight. The dock incident and the closing of the old cottage are lessons learned: expect unforeseen delays and plan accordingly.

Monday – Tomorrow, America will elect a new president, and it will probably be Barack Obama, judging by the latest polling results. It’s amusing to see the donkeys so gun shy after the last two “stolen” elections, but as I said months ago, even before Obama became the Democratic candidate, the donkeys would have to work pretty hard to blow this one. Even Billy Carter might have looked good after eight years of Dubya’s nonsense. If anything good has come of the failed Bush administration, it is the spreading hope that many Americans believe their votes are important. Democracy isn't perfect, but it tends to be self-correcting. I am hopeful that the Bush failure will energize the American voters to be more pro-active in the election process. No matter which candidate wins this election, he will have his work cut out for him. With an astronomical trade deficit, an enormous national debt, a tanking economy, and two wars bleeding us dry, America is in dire need of effective leadership. If Obama can fill the bill, as so many believe he can, then I say long live the new king.

Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED