Enough is enough!

I am outraged that my tax money is being used to "bail out" these Corporations that have become fat and bloated from years of chicanery, deception and dishonesty in heir financial businesses. These executives voted themselves lavish bonuses year after year while their companies floundered and their balance sheets contained more and more imaginary figures. "Oh our company is worth a hundred billion dollars.- Yeah? How do you figure that?- Oh take my word for it. It's too complicated for you to understand!" Let's cut this stuff out. Let's have watchdogs and transparency so there's some accountability and some resistance to the sly "derivatives" managers that have brought our "free" market to the brink of collapse.

Sweet, sweet, the memories....

This is just a little one...but about big feeling: I love You Tube so much for all the old songs and videos availabe free and instantly. I just listened to Jo Stafford singing The Trolley Song which turned a gray overcast Sunday morning into a nostalgic delight...

And so it goes...

When I get up around 6:30 after an unrestful night's sleep I put on my socks, slip into the same polyester travel pants I've worn for six months now, and find either a cotton sweater or some long-sleeved shirt summer or winter. (I'm always cold.) Then I make my way to the front door and look for the "paper" which now looks and feels like a computerized advertising supplement with some "news" thrown in to give credence to it's status as a "newspaper." The crossword puzzle is what gives a start to my day: we (my spouse and I) can usually do Monday through Thursday but Friday is a challenge and Saturday impossible. After the puzzle I wait until 10 to go for my walk - unless something else comes along. Today I moved paving bricks around to help someone who was putting in a walkway for us. That's why I'm aching now and can hardly bend down to pick something up. After lunch I tried to screw in permanently a window molding that had come loose outside my foundation - but I only made it worse and took the whole thing off. (I'll have to ask for help tomorrow.) While outside I missed very important call: from my granddaughter who sang, and whispered, "Twinkle, Twinkle" in a very cute song style. I thought 'she must be brilliant.' I wish I had been there for the call - but then maybe it wouldn't have been as cute. Then I listen to 'All Things Considered' and then we have supper watching 'The Newshour'. After supper I think how I like to sit in the room where my son works on his computer (I sit in a very comfortable 'nursing rocker.') It's after 8:30 now as I write this and I realize how boring it sounds but there is actually a lot of feeling in my day for my family members past and present and others. I especially miss S and D. I remember the sound of her bare feet running on the tiles in the basement until she gets to our bed and throws herself over me to land snugly in the middle of us. "Pa, can you talk?" she says... As Bob Hope used to say: "Thanks for the memories..." But you probably never heard of Bob Hope...and now I try to stay up until 10:30 and hopefully to sleep without having to get up too many times to p...

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Time for reading...

Every week I look forward to another issue of the New Yorker which I consider part of my "continuing education." This week (the September 8 issue) there is a short story by Alice Munro, the Canadian short story writer. It is just great. It has a wonderful beginning, development and end that provides the spiritual catharsis of a great symphony. I highly recommend it.