February 28th, 2017

I've thought about it and just can't

I feel like listening to the State of the Union is an obligation but I just can't do it.  I promise to read multiple sources tomorrow but I can not subject my psyche to an hour of DT.  Eight years of W was enough.  Molly Ivan's Shrub is now becoming a wise elder statesman which gives one an idea of our current situation.

Part of the problem is that I would be watching with someone who can not keep from reacting with explosive breath to every idiotic line said by our Commander in Chief.  And, of course, the idiotic lines are so frequent it is like sitting next to a freight train.

But even alone I can not subject myself to an hour of self serving nationalistic, narcissistic tripe the gist of which makes Lee Greenwood seem anti-American and an intellectual marvel.

So I'll just take my elitist self to the recorded first of two nights of The Voice and bathe myself in treacle.  

Forgot to enter my Saturday fun

This past Saturday morning started out with a water leak in our front yard.  Turns out it had been seeping water and money for a while.  No telling how long.  Then the front tire of my Smart Car was going flat.  A screw.  And Dana, my wife, had lost her phone (a much more traumatic event than it would have been only a couple of years ago).

By the end of the day I was clean of the mud generated as I dug up the pipe causing the leak (after which I got my plumber to come out and replace the faulty section... I can dig but don't even try to plumb), my Smart Car was back home with a plug in the tire freely fixed by Discount Tire (my favorite ever tire store) and Dana's phone was safely back in her posession after I found it at the house of the people whose dog's were minding.

All in all a successful Saturday beating back the winds of entropy, which is, in the end, all we ever do.