So, I was all set to send some dollars to a number of relatively good public servants. The I was inundated by this flood of maudlin grift. Why is every holiday an occasion for grift. I’m just not a person that encourages dependency. Not as a mother, and not as an old crone.
Category Archives: Autobiography
I am a person–not a personality, product, producer, patron or even a parent. Although the U.S. Constitution mentions natural persons and ostensibly presumes their probity, the basis of the presumption of innocence, the “natural person” is not further specified. The category obviously did not include humans who had been cptured and purchased. Nor did it include all new born property of the common law male parent. As is true to this day.
My experience of Catholicism
Presumably, I was baptized/christened soon after birth. During four years in the Alps and Munich after the war, church attendance was impractical. So, it was not until I landed in east Los Angeles in 1949, at the age of eight, when I was enrolled in the local parochial school, St. Cecilias on Normandy Avenue.
Thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, I fled Florida. When our daughter, who had gone to college in New Jersey, came home for he summer in the mid-eighties, I suddenly realized I feared for her safety. Then came the murders of five students in 1990 and I dreaded returning at the end of each summer. In 1992 we discovered Georgia and a cheap house. Gainesville was so glad to see us go, the house sold before the realtor put up the sign.
Georgia was better thirty years ago. Now the islands have been ruined by McMansions. I do not want to leave my house. But it might be prudent to get an RV and go on the road.
Limited auditory capacity
I find I have a limited attention span when it comes to being talked to. That probably accounts for why I do not like being read to or poetry recitations. It has nothing to do with the content.
Better today. Did not get up yesterday except for numerous trips to the toilet to fart, burp and expel liquified gas.
I only mention it because I suspect nitrites encountered in hot dogs and ham are the cause. Back in about 1982 I experienced a similar event which I came to blame on store ground beef. Perhaps the frequency of consumption is a trigger.
I am not good at “pushing.” Reminded of that from my first pregnancy and the five days I spent in hospital because I could not poop on command. About this time of day 58 years ago I thought I’d die, having had nothing to drink in about 27 hours. They gave me gas and I was out for several hours. I got to see the bald baby through the nursery window. She was a bright pink. Good thing I saw her so, when they brought a tan baby with black hair, I could send it back as not mine. They had bracelets then, but apparently, the practical nurses did not read. Now there are stories on the web about babies switched at birth.
Nikki Haley on abortion
She’s a Republican. She believes that government exists to control individual behavior. So, she wants abortion, an organic function to be banned by legislators. Whether federal or state is unclear.
Somebody needs to ask what she did or did not do to limit her reproductive effort to just two children.
While I think reproduction is a private matter not proper to legislate, if someone is going to opine about other people, her knowledge base should be questioned.
Now that I am almost 82, it seems time to take stock.
Comment on Meidastouch
In response to the news of a documentary of official crime in Bakersfield.
Took two aspirin this morning. Took one last year, too. Have been averse to taking pills since I watched my grandmother taking hers. My aversion to died hair is similar. Irrational.