Oh, be still, my heart. It is on the front page of the local paper: Bill Clinton will be in Kendallville this Saturday. Actually, I agree with the late David Brinkley.

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In the New York Times online obituary there is this paragraph:

In his final election night program, in 1996, Mr. Brinkley delivered some parting shots, calling President Clinton a bore and telling voters they could expect more ”goddamned nonsense” for the next four years.

There appear to be many people who believe Mr. Brinkley did not say “bore” but “boor”.

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I have been alerted in the comments section to a youtube video that shows Clinton staffer Mickey Kantor giving a negative opinion of Indiana citizens. The link to the video is HERE. Make of it what you will. UPDATE: Youtube has just pulled the video (1:07 pm). I watched it several times and definitely believe Kantor referred to Hoosiers by saying, “These people are s –t.”

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The former president is scheduled to be at the Drake Road Fire Station at 10:45 am  –  according to THIS SITE, it’s at 10:15 am. People are asked to park at Sunset Park and walk to the station. Maps below are from Google, clicking on them will enlarge and provide a zoom feature. Sunset Park is just off Morton Street on the other side of the road from the fire station.

Photos:

The is the fire station on Drake Road.

And below is the street map.

And here is the view of the fire station from the corner of Drake and Morton. (See my side mirror in the lower corner of the picture?)

And this is the aerial view.

I gave Sydney a meal yesterday spiced up with some Campbell’s Beef Soup gravy and ground beef and I found out he does not like peas. I find it amazing that someone known for wolfing food can so delicately leave the little green balls.

I took my rake and went out to the north side of the porch – where are the shrubs are overgrowning. The sun came out and I was far enough away from the north wall that it hit me and I started to get hot. And then I started sweating. I think I worked for an hour pruning more branches and raking the leaves from under them. Once I overfilled the tarp and, you know, it’s a long way to the curb when you’re inching along. I just could not bear the thought of taking some of the branches off.

Sydney supervised from a cozy little spot deep inside one shrub; it did get a little dangerous when I was using the rake to snatch errant white plastic grocery bags and came close to grabbing a white blob that turned out to be fur.

He likes it out there . . . and it is a good time to think with no one being around to bother you. After awhile though, those thoughts are more along the line of heat and sweat and thirst. The humidity was 48% I think. Another thing I think is that I stepped into the droppings of the very large dog that lives next door. Rats!

So, now I am inside that porch, sitting on my trademark sofa, barefeet propped up on the little table and there is peach papaya Lipton Tea in my glass – with ice. Yes!

Sydney is supervising me from a sprawled out position on the floor. He likes it in here too.

Ah, fortnights. Yes, it is my kind of thing – there will be many hot nights in the old fort . . . hahahaahhahahahaha. Oh, would that be hot knights? hahahahahahahahahah. Sorry, just a little counting coup humor, there.

I don’t have to weigh in on the topic of flip flop “shoes” and school; I just feel like doing so.  I don’t like the idea of kids wearing them, but then I don’t care for flip flops personally. One reason is that they “flip” and they “flop” audibly. Another reason is that some people while sitting down,  cross one leg over the other and by rhythmically moving the suspended foot, “flip” and “flop” though a sustained period of time.

I also feel as if I have naked feet when I put on flip flops – which is why I have not owned a pair.  Sitting in a classroom, I would be disconcerted by the thought of “nakee” feet around me.

My husband took up with flip flops in California and my younger son has also worn them. I don’t understand what they see in them, but then I am often left in the dark when things are afoot. (I’m sorry, Der Bingle, I could not resist the pun.)