Deja Vu...
Sun., December 7, 12:47 PM
I’m getting tired of this. The radio is full of suggestions for dealing with “new” problems. Hey, jacki, they’re not new. You should have been reading my posts. For example, they say, how about a couple of day trips if you can’t afford an expensive vacation? I grew up on day trips, and I wrote about them.
Going green is very big this season. Unfortunately, no one has offered anything I haven’t tried already, unless it’s something like solar panels. They are indeed a great idea; they would squash my house. And just keep in mind, these all-electric cheeseboxes don’t have the ducts and plumbing necessary for many alternative sources of energy. Meanwhile, I now have an elderly patient who cranks up the heat; I know he’s cold, but does he really have to go shirtless? Whatever; I might just as well spend the money till it’s all gone, because I cannot get assistance until then.
I still find stupidity all over. Get this one — it was traveling all over the net, evidently trying to keep Barack Obama from being the first black president. (I avoid the term African-American, although he is someone who really is.) The plan was to have the current resident of the White House resign, so that Mr. Cheney would become president. Then if Cheney resigned, Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice… Get your facts straight; the order of succession, as stated in the Constitution, puts the Speaker of the House after the Vice-President. For those who may have forgotten, that’s Nancy Pelosi, who would stop that plan right there.
Then there was the local newspaper — okay, it’s only local news — that got its facts crossed. I would not have noticed it, since I didn’t know the man. He taught or coached theater arts at our local high school, and my son had been active behind the scenes. Son saw a mention on Faceb00k about the man’s death and asked if I would save him the article, which I did.
So yesterday Son read the article and realized that they had credited the theater arts teacher with coaching the tennis team. Well, Son had played tennis too, and he knew they were two different people. Same last name, that’s all. I guess I’ll watch and see if they publish an apology. You’d think a paper in danger of going out of business would be a little more careful, wouldn’t you?
As you know, I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I usually enjoy some of the general practices. Except, they started too early this year. Ever since the day after Thanksgiving, my favorite radio stations have played nothing but Christmas music. Usually, they work their way into it, every third record, then every other one. Now I think I have heard every one they have, and I am sick of them. Already.
I am thankful, most of all, for my cyber-buddies, whose pleasure radiates over the ’net and makes me remember, this shall pass too.
