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The wind, for ill or not, is blowing up last year's half-rotten leaves. The sun presents itself just to tease. Skies are only partly drippy. It's enough to evoke sneezing spells and painful joints. Shall we mention state of mind?I feel warm and dry, not hungry but not bilious either. What's a creaky joint among so many moveable parts? But something is just not checking out. It's a tea bag moment, I guess. Online writers seem to know just what needs to happen for higher employment rates, settled mortgage regulations, and a definite law about medical insurance.
Just because someone may read this--feeling cranky between St. Patrick's Day and tax day--let's leave the Pity Party and think how the Fourth of July may turn out. Pollyannas need not chime in. We've been hit hard and it is well to regain breath and attitude.
Are you better off than you were ten years ago?
I guess I'm better off. What I remember during the presidential campaign then was a lot of stories about politicians who were making love instead of laws. Also, there was a sad overhang of a bubble. Did the venture capitalists lose everything on their dot.coms? Perhaps the banks did one-up them this time.
I know I've learned a lot. Like, what impeachment is good for, and who wanted some and who didn't even mention the word. It's for sure I've learned a lot of new names--isn't it wonderful how TV anchors can pronounce them so easily? But I also know the devastation which has occurred around the world, disasters called by their first names--Katrina for one--or the sneakiness of drones to kill people. It's harder to keep track of which country needs some nation building and which country bombs the place to smithereens.
All of which is written here has little to do with simple folk like me. I do what is my habit, live a healthy life, learn what has changed since I went to school, and keep up with friends and family.
Through it all I count the cars in a business' parking lot, ask youth if they've found a job, and take extra care not to pry into other folks' affairs when they seem contemplative.
This is a greeting.
For all who have read thus far, please understand that unless we hang together we could all hang separately. Oh! It never hurts to reread Benjamin Franklin's autobiography once in a while.
