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Stoopid politicians

Tuesday, 7:41 am

By Kate

Jan

31

2006

light rain

First of all, let me say that I am annoyed with and disappointed by the Democrats who broke with their party, and betrayed us, yesterday in the cloture vote. There is no excuse and we certainly don’t see that kind of behavior from the Republicans. They stick together through thick and thin. We have some Democrats to replace this year with people who are proud of being Democrats, who have the courage of their convictions, and who remember they are representing the folks who voted for them, not the other guys. First on my list would be Joe Lieberman and the second would be Maria Cantwell.

And now we have to endure Geedubya rambling on in his SOTU address tonight. Like fingernails down a chalkboard. I’ll probably avoid it for fear of throwing something through the television screen. Better to read it afterwards, I suspect.  He plans to talk about his successes this past year? Which ones? His Social Security disaster? His new Medicare plan D disaster? New Orleans? Iraq? I mean, that’s just going so well. Or maybe the new budget that is so pork laden that even Reagan must be blushing. Possibly he thinks the mushrooming deficit is a success? Or the economy’s lousy finish in the last quarter of 2005? Surely he must be pleased to know that house foreclosures are at their highest level since 1991, with no signs of stopping. Inflation is way up. And how about those gas/oil prices compared to the obscene profits of the oil companies? Oh, and we shouldn’t forget to mention how proud he must be, as the CEO president, of his scandal-ridden administration, indictments, and on-going investigations that seem to be sprouting out in all directions. What a successful year. Things are going so swimmingly well, Mr. President. What exactly is there to crow about?

I’m a little irritable today. Apparently.



 

Weekend recap

Monday, 5:29 am

By Kate

Jan

30

2006

light cloud

It’s Monday. It’s Raining. The rain has melted most of the ice and that works for me. Makes a fresh clean slate for the snow that’s supposed to move in tomorrow night. Whee. It’s winter again.

I spent most of the weekend with a fever and chills. With the aid of Nyquil, I also slept most of it away and this morning everything seems to be much better. In fact, I seem to be quite whole again. So, whatever it was, it’s gone. And that also makes for a brighter Monday morning even if the sun refuses to shine.

The lad was also gone for the weekend (which made sleeping long stretches a lot easier), up in New Hampshire someplace. He and a bunch of friends went camping with a group that is somehow related to Boy Scouts, but isn’t Boy Scouts. He’s never belonged to Boy Scouts, but a couple of his friends are involved with this group and got him all fired up to join. They do fun stuff like survivalist camping in the winter, white water rafting and mountain climbling and rock climbing. I think they also plan to head south sometime this summer to do some Habitat for Humanity house building, too.

So he was up there in the snow having the time of his life. When he returned last night, he was one happy dude. They built themselves shelters out of snow and slept in them. Their leader taught them how and they did fine. The lad said that sleeping inside a snow shelter was so warm that he didn’t even need the liner in his sleeping bag. He and his friends had a blast and they’re definitely looking forward to the next time. This was a group of both boys and girls, so it was even more fun, I’m told. I think they picked a good weekend. It was cold enough for snow, but not bitter.

There are times when I think that being 18 again would be a whole lot of fun. And then....I shake it off and think, nope. Things are fine just the way they are.



 

Truth or fiction?

Saturday, 5:28 am

By Kate

Jan

28

2006

partly cloudy

I’m not sure whether this guy is on a real quest or whether he’s spinning one heck of a yarn. Either way, his new blog is funny as heck and I’m dying for the next installment. He’s a good writer, too. Oh, and I adore his mother.

Start at the beginning and work up from the bottom of the list. And then await the next installment with almost as much impatience as he awaited that email. CLICK “Checking...” Sigh.



 

Terry's cold feet

Friday, 7:36 pm

By Kate

Jan

27

2006

partly cloudy

It was cold early this morning. About 16°. Not exactly the kind of weather Terry enjoys, but duty called and out she went.

Now, greyhounds have paper thin skin and fat is virtually non-existent on their frames. They feel the cold acutely. When Terry goes outside to play, she wears her coat. When it’s a quick and dirty dash out to the backyard to go, we don’t bother with the coat. It seems to encourage her to hurry.

This morning, being no different, she dashed out the door and I expected she’d be back up on the deck within a couple of minutes. By the time the coffee had brewed, I realized she wasn’t leaping around at the back door yet.

I went to call her and saw her standing in the middle of the back yard with the most tragic expression on her face. She stood there shivering, picking one foot up, then another, then another, as if she was marching in place. She was cold. Her feet were colder.

“Come on, Terry,” I called. She resolutely stood her ground, picking one foot up, then another, then another…

“Terry! Pick those feet up and move ‘em. Come on!”

And then. And then! She started bawling—like a calf. The most ungodly noise that, at 6:00 in the morning, was sure to launch the neighbors right out of bed. It sounded as if she was being murdered in the back yard.

I grabbed my clogs and bolted out the door.

“Come on, Terry,” I coaxed. With my hand under her collar, I gave a gentle tug. Her bawling rose by several decibels.

Nothing else to do but pick her up and carry her into the house. Leaving her out there shrieking her head off wasn’t an option.

As we reached the back door, I made a motion to put her down so I could open the door. Immediately she burst into ear splitting shrieks. No way those precious feet were going to touch snow again.

So with Terry in my arms, I felt around for the door handle and finally we tumbled into the house.

Terry is now outfitted with brand new boots and, having tested them, she likes them. In fact, she loves them. They give her extra traction. They don’t slip on the ice. They keep the pads on her feet from freezing. A happy ending for all (neighbors included).

It seems to be a lot like having a toddler to bundle up before going outside, struggling to get the boots on and legs into the snow suit. For the really bitter days, she has a scarf to wrap around her head to protect her ears. It ties under her chin. Way stylish.

What a dog.



 

Morning observations

Friday, 6:59 am

By Kate

Jan

27

2006

sunny

1. The roads are completely dry. Not a flake of snow or ice to be seen. Yesterday they were still wet and sloppy. How did that happen in less than 24 hours?

2. The morning sun is higher and larger in the sky now. Time to dig out my sunglasses.

3. There are many more men out walking tiny dogs and many more women out walking horse sized dogs than the other way around. And the apparent corollary—the larger the man, the smaller his dog. And the smaller the woman, the larger her dog. Actually, I fit that pattern, too.

4. Walking back into a warm house with a fire flickering in the stove made me happy. Nothing beats the coziness of wood heat.



 

Bumpersticker

Thursday, 11:19 am

By Kate

Jan

26

2006

sunny

While I was out this morning, I pulled up at a red light, behind a black Ford F350 pick up truck—which is probably one of the largest vehicles on the road next to a Hummer. Sheesh, the bumper was almost level with my eyeballs. So it would have been hard to miss the color coordinated bumper sticker on the tailgate. It was carefully applied on the left hand side, right under the F350 characters. This is a reasonable facsimile.

Now, this truck was tricked out in all the bells and whistles and lights, with fancy white mud flaps, all kinds of shiny chrome adornments, the requisite NRA sticker and one of these decals on the back window. Frankly, around here, it’s the kind of truck one is apt to see with a “Bubba1” vanity plate on the back. So, to say I was a little surprised to see the sticker so prominently displayed would be quite an understatement.

I gave the driver a little toot on my horn and gave him a thumbs up out my window. He responded in kind with a wide grin. It made my day.



 

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