Friday, November 7, 2008
On the bright side
For the first time since starting at Shady Acres, I have Grandma's birthday off. Grandma would have been 93 on Nov. 11. We are going to the cemetery with flowers, of course. I'll have to post more about Grandma later- she was a trip. :D
Sighhh hhh hhh
Hasn't been a good week at all. I find myself at a career crossroads, I'm still coughing and have reason to think I may have developed asthma, and Saskia is still in the hospital. I can haz hugs, plz?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So it's Nov.5
And, good grief, history has been made. The new American president is Senator Barack Obama, of Illinois, a black man.
I am in (good) shock. I never, ever, thought I'd see an African-American president in my lifetime. I sooner expected a white woman, particularly after the debacle in the primaries where several West Virginians voted for Hillary Clinton on the grounds that "they weren't votin' for no [highly unacceptable pejorative]."
I did have to think about it a minute. Mr. Samoa voted for McCain because he was concerned about Obama's views on gun control, which is reasoning I can tolerate. But I hadn't made up my mind about what I was going to do when I wandered into the polls last night, still coughing. (Yes, I did feel up to it- no thanks to Shady Acres, but I digress.) I had several concerns about the future state of Mr. Obama's health as affected by white supremacist loons, which this country really doesn't need. So I kind of peered at the ballot for a few minutes, as I saw a lot of people around me doing also.
I thought and thought. Mr. McCain really wasn't on my menu (sorry, Ms. Palin, you're a lovely lady, but several residents of the Shady Acres system have a better grasp of politics than you do!) so it was between Obama and independents. I thought about the white supremacist loons, and Mr. Obama's little girls.
Finally I decided. I don't know what is going to happen, but we have to try. Four more years of a rich, clueless white guy, and our country would be a smoking ruin and we'd all be out on the streets. Something has got to give, come what may. I filled in the circle next to Senators Barack Obama and Joseph Biden.
Apparently a lot of other people did too. Because, praise to Ceiling cat, the president-elect of the United States of America is now an African-American man. He campaigned on a platform of change. Let's all pray for him that he can bring the change that he hopes to be.
I am in (good) shock. I never, ever, thought I'd see an African-American president in my lifetime. I sooner expected a white woman, particularly after the debacle in the primaries where several West Virginians voted for Hillary Clinton on the grounds that "they weren't votin' for no [highly unacceptable pejorative]."
I did have to think about it a minute. Mr. Samoa voted for McCain because he was concerned about Obama's views on gun control, which is reasoning I can tolerate. But I hadn't made up my mind about what I was going to do when I wandered into the polls last night, still coughing. (Yes, I did feel up to it- no thanks to Shady Acres, but I digress.) I had several concerns about the future state of Mr. Obama's health as affected by white supremacist loons, which this country really doesn't need. So I kind of peered at the ballot for a few minutes, as I saw a lot of people around me doing also.
I thought and thought. Mr. McCain really wasn't on my menu (sorry, Ms. Palin, you're a lovely lady, but several residents of the Shady Acres system have a better grasp of politics than you do!) so it was between Obama and independents. I thought about the white supremacist loons, and Mr. Obama's little girls.
Finally I decided. I don't know what is going to happen, but we have to try. Four more years of a rich, clueless white guy, and our country would be a smoking ruin and we'd all be out on the streets. Something has got to give, come what may. I filled in the circle next to Senators Barack Obama and Joseph Biden.
Apparently a lot of other people did too. Because, praise to Ceiling cat, the president-elect of the United States of America is now an African-American man. He campaigned on a platform of change. Let's all pray for him that he can bring the change that he hopes to be.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
C'mONNNNN Nov. 5
Yeah, so I jinxed myself yesterday. We had a vote solicitor today. I did not set the dog on her, but I harbored evil thoughts about doing so.
I was in the bathroom getting ready when I heard Buster flip out. This usually means someone's at the door. I checked the side door (the one we usually use), nobody. So I peered out the front window. I saw, through the trees, what looked like a mailman going by the clothing. The regular one knows to go to the side, but I thought it was maybe a sub; I was expecting a package, so I opened it.
Wrong thing to do. There stands this chick, hands full of Democratic Party crap. (I'm Libertarian but registered as Democrat so that I could vote in primaries.) "Are you Zen?" she cheerfully chirps. There I'm standing, no makeup, slippers, hair in Turbie Twist, and the dog is going batshit. Do I LOOK like I have time for you, lady?
But, I decided to take a stab at being nice. I said, "Yes, I am, but we don't accept political solicitations. Thank you." and began closing the door. As it's closing, she goes snottily, "Are you voting?" The two possible responses for me were "None of your damn business" and "Depends if I feel OK after I get off work" (the truth), so I just continued closing. As I walk off, I hear "But it's about voting!" plaintively from the porch. Eventually, she wandered off. Um, call me a nut, but how is voting NOT political? What else do you vote for? Favorite breakfast cereals?
So, now we have two lovely new "Absolutely NO SOLICITATION" posters, one for each door. And Nov. 5 cannot get here fast enough. :P
I was in the bathroom getting ready when I heard Buster flip out. This usually means someone's at the door. I checked the side door (the one we usually use), nobody. So I peered out the front window. I saw, through the trees, what looked like a mailman going by the clothing. The regular one knows to go to the side, but I thought it was maybe a sub; I was expecting a package, so I opened it.
Wrong thing to do. There stands this chick, hands full of Democratic Party crap. (I'm Libertarian but registered as Democrat so that I could vote in primaries.) "Are you Zen?" she cheerfully chirps. There I'm standing, no makeup, slippers, hair in Turbie Twist, and the dog is going batshit. Do I LOOK like I have time for you, lady?
But, I decided to take a stab at being nice. I said, "Yes, I am, but we don't accept political solicitations. Thank you." and began closing the door. As it's closing, she goes snottily, "Are you voting?" The two possible responses for me were "None of your damn business" and "Depends if I feel OK after I get off work" (the truth), so I just continued closing. As I walk off, I hear "But it's about voting!" plaintively from the porch. Eventually, she wandered off. Um, call me a nut, but how is voting NOT political? What else do you vote for? Favorite breakfast cereals?
So, now we have two lovely new "Absolutely NO SOLICITATION" posters, one for each door. And Nov. 5 cannot get here fast enough. :P
Monday, November 3, 2008
Election is tomorrow
NOW will everyone please SHUT. THE. FUUUUCK. UPPPPPP! about it? I really no longer care who wins, so long as I don't have to hear any more about it! Also any further door-knockers (why have they all been Democratic?) will have the dog set on them, in a bipartisan fashion.
That is all.
That is all.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Other news
It is also Mr. Samoa's birthday month. Any suggestions for presents for him would be greatly appreciated, as I have no clue what the hell to buy him. The man has no hobbies! Maybe we should make him get one.
Happy November!
Only a day late. We have excuses! I was at work and Mr. Samoa was helping ride herd on 30,000 crazed college-age party monsters. More when it's not 11 PM and I'm not tired.
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