As I wait to
straighten out my stomach problems—pretty sure it’s a medication problem now,
but fixing it involves going from one doctor to the other, always tricky—I’ve
found myself spending way too much time on Facebook. I have friends who say to
me loftily that they don’t “do” Facebook, their tone implying a sort of
addiction for the weak-minded. But I have always maintained that it is good for
my career and, besides, it generally interests me. You really must learn to
separate the junk from the good stuff, but even the junk can give you a laugh.
Like the piece I
read today where a Fox newscaster proposed that the reason America is so great
today is that “we defeated communist Japan.” Oops. Someone needs some lessons
in world history, particularly WWII.
And along the line
of blindness, Steve Scalise wrote me upset that I have not yet sent my donation
to the RNCC. Hope he’s holding his breath until he turns blue, because it will
be a long, cold day before I donate to the Republican anything. Scalise, like Nunes,
pleads that the Republicans might lose control of the House—not my worst
nightmare by a long shot. Honest, I thought surviving that life-threatening
gunshot would have “shot” some remorse or self-examination into him, but
apparently not.
On an encouraging
note, I read a buried post that the Pentagon has decided to postpone trump’s
extravagant military parade, first scheduled for Veteran’s Day this year. They
are now looking at dates in 2019. Pray God this is true, and trump is out of
office before the parade can cost us much. [Update: this is apparently now, two
days later, a done deal, and the parade is toast—a big of common sense lingers
on the horizon, thank heaven!]
On a light note, a
friend posted the “recipe” for coca-cola syrup, dating back to who-knows-when.
But I was surprised it called for a quarter of lime juice—that’s a lot of limes
to squeeze, back when I’m not sure margaritas or guac were that central to our
diet. Add a lot of water, a quart of alcohol (type unspecified—suppose it was
Everclear?), 30 lbs. of sugar (and run to the dentist), and several flavorings
including neroli oil, which sounds deadly. No wonder I don’t drink it. Unfortunately,
it didn’t say how much you end up with, but I get it’s enough for Coxie’s Army.
Thanks, Chrissy Armstrong for a chuckle.
And thanks to
another old friend from Park Hill days, Kathy Jackson, for a reminder of the
days when I had a good-sized floor loom set up in my bedroom. I suspect I was
never a peaceful enough soul to get into the rhythm of weaving. I consider that
my loss.
Most of this blog
post was written two days ago and, as happens these days, got set aside. Part
of my new resolve is to blog daily, beginning today, but I just can’t waste
already-written copy. So here it is, for whatever it’s worth. More to come.
