Sunday, Aug. 08, 2004
Politics and Packing
Ah, isn't it refreshing to hear a politician who's honest? What? You don't believe that such a person exists? Well, this is a direct quote from the current United States President George Dubya Bush:
"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
Bushisms are rampant these days. It's sad how many of them there are. I giggle when I visit the JibJab site, but it's scary how accurate it is on several points. This is what we're reduced to in our political options? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but each political race I laugh while cringing. The office of President of the United States has fallen into the hands of one loser too many. But we keep electing them, over and over again. While no one is perfect, it's a sad comment on American politics that even our commander-in-chief candidates are caricatures. The realities are even more laughable - and pathetic - than the cartoon versions.
There are other options, I suppose. There are some folks in one town who are pushing to make a dog the mayor. That's a legitimate news story, by the way, and not a political satire. The community is Ridgefield, Washington. Since I know that link will expire, an excerpt goes:
"As this Columbia River town searches for a new city manager, one candidate appears to have two legs up over the others.
Signs have popped up all over the city in support of Otis, an 11-year-old Boston terrier. Donna Quall was one of the first to put an "OTIS FOR CITY MANAGER" sign up in the window of her gift shop earlier this month.
"A doggone improvement," the sign declares."
Wonder if Otis will be primed for the 2008 Presidential? If not, surely an upstanding retriever or collie will take on the responsibility. Or maybe it will be a cat who first makes the leap. Heaven knows there's plenty of cattiness in the political arenas these days. The pre-election advertising is like listening to a bunch of high school sophomores trading insults. Except I think that the sophomores would inject more humor. Besides, high school sophomores have an excuse. Their brains are zooming along on a hormone high. Are the politicians lately overdosing on Viagara or what???
I have been on a housecleaning binge, and while I'm at it, started packing up superfluous stuff. I have a box started that'll go to my youngest daughter, some old dishes and flatware, odds and ends, and a couple of boxes of things I don't use on an everyday basis. Though there's not much of that. I tend to live a very spartan lifestyle - if I don't absolutely have to have it, it generally sees the door pretty quickly. And I can live with very, very little. The product of raising four teenagers who think it's perfectly appropriate to borrow mom's things without permission. My daughters are still bad about helping themselves to things like mom's makeup. Youngest daughter just has a bad habit of not returning what she borrows.
It's not a big deal any more. As I said, I don't get too attached to things. I have a small handful of keepsakes - a couple of pictures, some bits and pieces of things people have given me - all of them very small. I'd hate to lose some of those, but they will all fit in one very teeny box.
On a different note, the queen-sized bed should be here tomorrow. That will mean I have to buy queen-sized bedding from my next paycheck. That's fine, as I've been eyeing a comforter set for a while now. I just couldn't make myself spend that much money until the bed is actually HERE. And I'm a little hesitant at that, since I don't know what's happening. It'll cost me close to $100 at best to get a comforter and/or bedspread and sheets to fit a queen-sized bed. I can hold off buying blankets, at least.
Pipeboy's mom is bringing it up and they will hopefully get some more stuff from here, including a big armoire that's now in my bedroom. They need the storage space and I need it out of my room. I'll also be glad to get more of their stuff out because frankly, I don't know what else they have stashed here and there among the things left here.
I'm getting antsy now to move. I know it's coming, it's just a matter of time. I have got to get an operable vehicle, first and foremost. The car was supposed to be done by now but far as I know it's still sitting at the shop. I'll feel better when it's running again. I would hate to head across the country in a vehicle with more than 130,000 miles on it, but at least it would be SOMETHING. And it's been maintained, I know that for a fact. With the engine rebuild and fairly recent tires, it should be reasonably solid in spite of the high mileage - my only serious concern would be the transmission.
But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Guess I should wait before worrying on something like that.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )