Carol gave you a funny card this morning. Very fitting and full of the humor you enjoy. Mid-morning. A cloudy day so far, Carol is hoping for rain as you haven’t had much. Last night you were both up watching MSNBC after reading about the S&P downgrading on your iPad. The blame, according to those experts on the Rachael Maddow Show was the concern on the economic politics in Congress and their potential inability to function well in the future. It took a while to return to bed and sleep as your routine had been disrupted. Jadah the cat was not too happy about the change in your routine other and let you both know it with her meows. You were all in bed, Carol was reading a novel and you were checking the iPad when the BBC had the notice on the S&P. Quiet time interrupted while she was dozing off near Carol’s feet.
The S&P downgrading was well deserved in my mind. With so many in Congress signing the Grover Norquist’s anti-tax pledge it makes it difficult to compromise. If this catches hold more so in the next elections some will call the tax reform a conspiracy to overthrow the government of the United States. Some few on the northwest coast already say so. Too many ‘absolutes’ being thrown about. Here I am at it again.
Carol’s card is very funny. The front has a pretty lady holding a cup of coffee (tea in Carol’s case).
It says: “What better time than your birthday to say those words I often think about but seldom say.”
Inside the Hallmark ‘Shoebox’ card it says, “You’re so lucky.”
So true, and she knows it. What can I say, nothing. What can I do, laugh at the reality behind the humor. It was a very well chosen card. Ah, the sun is coming out, looks like Carol is not going to get her rain wish. I think I’ll do her a favor and not bring it up.
Again, you forgot you were writing. – Amorella.
Thinking with my fingertips is a form of automaticity, or so it has become. I hope I do not think a thing I would totally regret.
It has to come from the level playing field of heartansoulanmind. Besides, it is not in your nature to say something you would regret.
I make mistakes.
Really. What a revelation. Post. – Amorella.
Early afternoon. Carol is at the computer after doing lots of chores, and she is about to head upstairs to get ready for the community picnic, as it were. Last year some forty people showed up out of the hundred houses in the subdivision. It was a pretty good year. Few even come the street you live on.
Neighbors Tim and Amy K. won’t be here, first time ever, because Tim and son Ben are flying into Dayton tonight from two waterlogged weeks of camping and fishing in the hinter regions Alaska. Last year was fun though. People used to come to these things when the kids were young (as they were in 1992 when the subdivision was only a year or so old). Those kids, including our own, are in their late twenties and/or thirties now. Many originals to the subdivision have moved away because of jobs or retirement. The houses sell though and no one has lost a house because of this last recession. A few have lost their jobs but found other ones as the area is still growing economically. The Mason area has a very diverse economy. We have been fortunate.
You spent time online reading commentary about the S&P downgrading. The one that bothers you the most, let’s pop in the closing section from Mark Mardell (North American Editor, BBC), “How Washington’s politicians downgraded America”:
. . . the system, a much-loved relic of a different age, constructed for reasons little to do with the 21st Century, is almost designed to bring about dysfunctional government. The combination of a strict separation of legislature and executive, plus two-yearly congressional elections, all but encourages having different parties in control of different bits of government.
Americans are likely to bemoan the failure of politicians to bridge an apparently unbridgeable gap between two different world views. They may put their faith in Washington politicians, in an outburst of patriotism and goodwill, stumbling on a synthesis that suits all sides. But I wonder whether any of them will muse that the system itself may not be fit for purpose.
Mark Mardell, BBC
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It bothers me because he may be correct, our governmental system, as is, may not be fit for modern times. Few over here like to talk about such things, which to me shows we may be in worse shape than we think. Blame the bankers, blame the politicians, blame the system – now where have we heard that before.
You cannot write when interrupted by such angry thoughts as the day provokes. Time for a break, boy. Post. – Amorella.
Another errand to Kroger’s for fruit piece for salad. Blew off the walk and driveway afterwards. At least it is cloudy and not so hot. I do not like the fact I have to be settled in order to write. I don’t think am so angry as you make me.
Too bad, boy. I make the decisions on this blog.- Amorella.
If I started my own blog I wouldn’t have anything to write. I don’t have anything to write now.
It’s seventeen hundred hours and people will soon be here to help set up. You know this. Post. – Amorella.
Almost time for bed. Everyone who showed up appeared to have had a good time. It lasted to dusk and about thirty people took part. This time some were younger and brought their children – so actually you think maybe forty were there. You spend part of your time speaking to a personable fellow from Porto Rico who works for Cintas internationally.
Just a few minutes ago Uncle Ernie called to wish you a happy birthday. You are so happy he and Aunt Patsy are still alive and promised him a voice version of Chapters Six and Seven when you get the new program. They find it hard to believe you are sixty-nine when they can vividly remember like it was yesterday on seeing you in the hospital the day after you were born. “You were so tiny,” were Uncle Ernie’s words and they were said with so much sincere affection that it rattles your heart. – Amorella.
I love them both. Uncle Ernie has been like a father to me my whole life. I remember him playing with me and tossing me about when I was three years old. He is the most wonderful man in my life.
You have always been good at sensing the truth from your heart, even if it is not always want to hear. Listening to your mind is not so difficult either; however, we will have to work on listening to your soul, to its vibrations, to have a fully understanding of who and what you are. Welcome to your sixty-ninth year, my man. – Amorella.
Thank you. I have no words here.
None needed, boy. Post. – Amorella.
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