First Day of School

Mia started at her new Montessori preschool today. I was worried about the fit she might pitch on the first day. For the last two years, while she happily took the bus to the public school, she would cry and cry if I dropped her off. This year, there's no bus and I have to drop her off every day. Luckily, they had a new student open house yesterday, and she had so much fun she didn't want to leave and couldn't wait to go back. So this morning, when I left her in the hall, she was like "Yeah, bye. Whatever." I couldn't believe it. Not a single tear. Well, I might have teared up a little.

The Other Iraq

I see that the Iraqi Kurds' are running an ad campaign on TV. Interesting. I suppose they're worried we're going to leave them undefended. I suppose they're right to be worried. None of the "pull out now" folks ever mention Kurdistan.

Interesting fact gleaned from their website: Not a single coalition soldier has lost his/her life or a single foreigner kidnapped in the Region administered by the Kurdistan Regional Government.

Lieberman's Loss

Looks like I'm not the only former Lieberman Democrat mourning Joe's loss. Brendan Loy has put up quite the missive, divorcing himself from the new Democrats:

So I’ve continued to cling to the label of Democrat, and to the hope that the party could somehow save itself from the tired orthodoxies of its interest groups and the execrable excesses of its far-left wing. I’ve shaken my head at the irrational policies and irresponsible rhetoric coming from so many corners of the party, comforting myself with the thought that while Dennis Kucinich may be a nutjob and Al Sharpton may be a charlatan and Howard Dean may be an idiot and Dick Durbin may be, well, a dick, at least there’s still Joe Lieberman.
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Well, if there’s no room in the Democratic Party for Joe Lieberman, then there’s no room in it for me.

That's a message I received before the 2004 election, but I admit to feeling, not sad, but perhaps a little wistful. I imagine this is what it feels like to hear that your childhood home has burned down. Sure, you haven't lived there in 20 years and you never intended to go back... but still. It's another tie to the the past permanently cut.

And, of course, I feel bad for Lieberman. If Brendan in this distraught, imagine how Joe must feel.