I’m calmer now

Yes,  my little buddies at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse are pleased that I returned from  a long errand over to Middlebury in much better mood. I did miss the dogleg on Ind 13,  though, and wound up going down Amish roads full of potholes. I’d say I saw more old-fashioned Monday laundry hanging out than I have in a long time.

Then when I saw a Taco Bell sign and felt myself craving it, it turned out to be a combination Taco Bell/KFC. Dang. I drove right on through the parking lot. I was obviously out of Amish territory at this point.

So I got home and Summer had done an excellent job at the cleaning tasks for which she was hired. Even a candle and an oil lamp lit. We fed the dogs and I sat down and thought about The African Queen and Katherine Hepburn drinking bottled water and the Humphey Bogart/John Huston duo drinking alcohol in the jungle; Hepburn was the one who wound up with the water-borne parasite.

I start thinking about the transport of safe water and a thought popped into my head: We could dehydrate it. I know, but it sounds doable on  paper. This would be a good argument for simple, straight-forward words, but I think I have a few hours fun left in the dehydrated usage.

Would an irrigation ditch be a dehydrated river? You just ship the river bed and then add  . . . well, you know.

Soon I have to tell you about the Patron Saint of Gnomes* who came out from Iowa. But gnomes are dandelion allies!!!! I guess we need to sit down for a pow-wow.

*No, it is not LZP; it is a figurine that sat on the knick-knack shelf at Der Bingle’s and LZP’s maternal grandmothers.

Okay, forget the silence thing

I can’t do it; I can’t stay silent. (See post below if for clarification if interested)

Yes, I was in a bad mood in my dreams and, yes, I awoke that way; what tipped me pissy was the implied assertion that it is okay to question the basis of religion but it is not okay to question a politician.

It is not about questioning policy; it is not about questioning character; it is not about questioning about dalliances. It was about asking for a FACT. It was about asking for the same document I have to produce for Social Security . . . that everyone has to produce. In Indiana now, I need it for my Driver’s License. People need it for a passport.

Consistency is not a bad thing when it comes to looking for truth.

 

 

Bad mood rising

Just yesterday I told someone we should try to be less obnoxious and cranky and try to not make ourselves personifications of a lot of other adjectives with a negative connotation. HA! Not only did I wake up in a thoroughly snippy mood, I dreamed last night of being mad at so many people.

In fact, I am just totally pissed off at a lot of things. I’m so pissed off that I could not refrain from saying “pissed off” – I’m sorry, Daddy.

Mainly I’m upset with political correctness and “jump on the bandwagon” people. Stamping my foot off upset.

Well, since I can’t think of anything nice to say . . .

Silence