This past weekend we experienced our first really hot days of summer and some blazing sunshine.  With the sun so bright that it seemed to make your eyeballs pulse, I decided to don my sunglasses and slip into ShadeWorld.

I like ShadeWorld.  I’m a recent convert, because for many years I just didn’t wear sunglasses.  I hated the kind that clipped on to my glasses, and I was too cheap to buy prescription sunglasses.  Finally I did, and I haven’t regretted it.

IMG_1228In ShadeWorld, there are no sharp edges, sharp words, or sharp practices.  It’s a copacetic place, like walking through a photo-shopped landscape where the Master Photographer used the maximum “warming” effect from one side of the frame to the other.  Everything and everyone touched by the rays of Old Sol seems to glow with an intense inner flame.

When I passed this scarlet tree on a walk on Saturday, it was so luminescent and beautiful that I had to take a picture and share it with the rest of humanity.  Of course, I was seeing it in ShadeWorld, not in reality.  Without the dark lenses and anti-glare and Blublockers and whatever the heck else has made my sunglasses the most magical pair of spectacles since Joseph Smith discovered Urim and Thummim and founded the Mormon religion, the radiant leaves just looked like ordinary leaves.  I should have realized this, but ShadeWorld clearly affects your senses.

And that’s why I couldn’t don my sunglasses and live in friendly, easygoing ShadeWorld full-time.  Sometimes, you’ve just got to deal with reality.  ShadeWorld should be reserved for those times when the blinding harshness of everyday life becomes too much, and only a physical change in the look of the world will do.

Now that I think of it, I imagine I’m going to be visiting ShadeWorld a lot until the presidential election is over.

Average Folks, Talking About Someone They Admire

Tonight (so far, at least) the Republican National Convention has been largely devoted to average folks talking about Mitt Romney — as a member of his church, as a friend and neighbor, and as an executive with Bain Capital.

It’s a bit jarring to hear people defending a venture capital firm — the kind of educated risk-taking business that is crucial in a capitalist economy, but which is so easily depicted as a blood-sucking, money-grubbing blight on society — and speaking so openly about the Mormon faith, because these aren’t the kind of things you normally see on TV.   I think it’s been refreshing, and effective, to hear from these average folks, talking about a man they know and like and appreciate.

We see enough of the airbrushed crowd, with their permatans and carefully coiffed hairdos, their carefully scripted remarks and rehearsed moves.  Seeing Joe and Jane America walking onto a political convention stage, speaking from the heart about someone who helped them, and whom they admire, is corny — but it’s a nice change of pace.