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November

Dear November,

First, let me say we all acknowledge and appreciate the last 2762 years of dedicated service. Your contributions to history and society will not be forgotten. However, recently, your performance has been substandard, and this year's performance has been exceptionally poor. It is therefore, with deep regret, that I must inform you that your services will no longer required. Please finish your duties for the next few days as quietly as possible, clean up your work area, and leave.

Sincerely,

Us.
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Must... finish... painting...

We've been repainting the exterior of our house, and it is almost done. It has been almost done since last fall. It has seemed since then that we could make it rain by being able to paint. We were single-handedly responsible for the easing of the drought earlier this summer by being home, only to selfishly plan things on weekends that made painting unlikely and thus displease the Rain Gods. This weekend is looking promising, though. Soon, we will have it done (knock on wood...)

Anybody who wants to trade paint for food/beer/future return painting (I can only be trusted to slap paint on broad surfaces, but Cecily is a master, and OCD about it to boot) is free to come over Sunday; we'll probably start by noon. Let me know if you're coming so I know how many bribes refreshments to stock.
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Republicans

I've had some thoughts about politics lately, mainly about the Republican party, that I want to get "on paper," mainly for my own use, although (serious) counterarguments and reported flaws in my reasoning are always extremely welcome. It's long. To make it easier for everybody to avoid entry into a political discussion (always a dicey proposition at best), I'm gonna slip it Collapse )
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Fear, Uncertainty, and Hope

I love listening to Barak Obama speak. But I find myself tensing up whenever I see him, as some part of me anticipates the voice of those afraid of change spoken through the crack of a rifle. Still, he gives me hope that maybe things will get better. I am a realist (but not that kind of realist, Ceciskittle) and know things aren't magically going to be okay Wednesday morning, but if the spirit of change he brings brings enough idealists back into the process, we may start heading in the right direction.
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