I WISH I could talk about work in detail. There was a communiqué from Finance yesterday that managed to combine Kafka, Jacques Tati and General Nivelle in its spirit, tone and usefulness. The originator will be receiving one of Allegra’s Famous Emailsâ„¢. Since that about covers it without being too specific or blaming individuals, I’ll let that one go out into the world unchallenged.
Last night Jeff and I had purple potatoes, steamed carrots and onions, and the leftover pork chops. The purple taters were so om nom nom. I will do them mashed sometime for fun.
After supper we watched Capitalism, A Love Story which had the usual annoying Michael Moore tics (I prefer people with some dignity so I always hate it when he lets people cry on camera, but that’s me being a frikkin WASP there darlin’) but was otherwise very well done, and if I disliked the crony politicians of the Reagan, Clinton and Bush eras I loathe them now. The scale of the plunder that has occurred and the short sightedness of it all disgust me to my core. However, a collapse at this point is inevitable, and Canada and many other places will get dragged into the maelstrom, so everybody learn to grow food.
After the movie, I dragged myself out to the Puddleâ„¢, where Paul, Keith and Katie were also swimming and soaking. It was very nice to hang around with them. I didn’t actually swim, I just gave my back some relief from the horrors of being attached to me for a while. Then I came home and slept until 6:03 in the morning, which is like a frikkin’ miracle.
Also, I finished a song in Songwriter (Walk Away)… the one that goes I have tried to walk away, but my thoughts will not wear shoes, I would pity my poor mind, if I had a mind to lose (which I wrote last summer but seems very apt these days).
I don’t know if any of the foregoing constitutes staying busy or not. When I see what other people accomplish I feel pretty slow. Anyway, to horse! I need to get into work and flatten some paper.
