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It’s May again.
Spring is in full swing, and that means political disgust abounds concerning the events in our state capital. The more I pay attention, the more I wish I were not paying attention. I see the bills being passed and I wonder if anyone is paying attention. I wonder if everyone was paying attention, would they continue to vote the way they do? We reap what we sow, and we didn’t put much effort into the planting. We satisfy ourselves with sound bytes and people who are not good leaders, but play one on TV. Now the harvest is in and we get to see the fruit of our labor. The results are not good. We’ve done a lousy job.
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Punchy.
I seem to be complaining again, but I’m really in a good mood. Honest. Oddly, I’m almost giddy; in a cynical, dark, almost irreverent kind of way. Does this seem contradictory?
Life is full of them.
Here ends the lesson.
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Car trouble.
As some of you may already know, Cheryl’s car and I do not have a very good relationship. I hate it. I can only assume it hates us, based on it’s abhorrent behavior. Lesser mortals would have lost their patience long ago, though I must admit that I came close many moons ago. This week may have been the alternator that broke my patience’s limit. Sure, six alternators in six years sounds like a lot, but taken with the car’s otherwise repugnant history, it’s a mole hill on the mountain. This week we’ve installed numbers five and six, but I wouldn’t bet on us buying number seven. It’s high time we parted ways. Now if I can just convince our budget to play ball…
What is the most frustrating thing that a car could do to you? How about quitting on you far from home? How about doing it twice in four days? Can an inanimate object be euthanized?