Even G is getting into it and brought home a new "sparkle" for my art. I think it fell off someone's coat and got stepped on. All the jewels are still intact. He handed it to me and I laughed out loud, because I had just finished reading Diane N's "I don't like that bead". And I was thinking, "Hey, Diane, what about this?"
Oatmeal for breakfast today and I think I will make some soup. I bought lentils when I was last in the grocery so there's that and I still have kale in the garden (frosted last night by a wave of cold temps) so it should have "sweetened" as gardeners say. I have laundry to work on, sheets to change, duvet covers to fluff, shirts to iron and floors to sweep. Dog wants a walk. Quite a list for the day already. I will probably return my reading books unread. Sigh!
G drove the truck home from work and parked it and in the morning when he tried to start it--realized he had absolutely no gas in the tank. Nada. The Toyota truck has no bells or whistles. Crank windows. So no little bell and light to indicate the gas tank is nearing empty. You have to watch the mileage to see where you are gas-wise. He is amazed that he got home. We are not close to any gas stations so the last of the lawn mower gas went into the truck. And then G flooded it. I arrived home from work and the driveway smelled like a fuel leak.
We voted and I stayed up long enough to see John Boehner (pronounced Boner) get all "weepy" about his "big win" and the chance to be Speaker of The House and a Big Shot. He must have campaigned in Ohio because he wasn't as orange skinned as usual. Ohio doesn't have all that much sun. Of course, he could be in Ohio all the time and just be "rusty". Ohio is one of the rust capitals. Anyway, I had to turn the television off at that point just in case that asshole Cantor was up next to giggle about being the "whip". These two guys are so... can I say "gay"? I know there are no conservative gay Republicans. Just regular guys who vacation with rent boys. John Boehner's wife tried to kiss him last night after he spoke and it was just so delicious to watch him squirm out of her grip. Backing his manly parts out of reach while pushing her away. Would be a fantastic YouTube.
The Maine Governors Race is too close to call so they will have to count the absentee ballots. Did you know they don't count them unless the number of absentee ballots is large enough to change the outcome? You vote absentee and in most cases your vote is never counted. Such an interesting government we have here in America. The Election Board has discussed letting people vote early and letting them put their ballots into a voting machine (get counted) but they don't know whether they want to do that, either. Like every other state, we have a Tea Party candidate. He's the guy who plans to tell the President to "go to hell" if he ever sees him. Nice. Respectful.
Anyway, it's Wednesday, my favorite day of the week and it's November and I only have seven more weeks to work before being laid off for eleven weeks. Seven weeks of work and 45 more posts to write. And that will be the end of 2010.
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Soup is on here as well. Split pea with ham.
Boner...heh heh. Repulsive character but then I'm finding them, one and all, repulsive lately. It's an exchange of one group of crooks for another. Look at us in NY. It's disgusting. The only good thing I see out of yesterday is that I get to see Nancy Pelosi driven out of her seat. Sorry it's not with flaming torches and more sorry that Boner is the replacement. That guy is oily.
The lobbyists are sharpening their knives for the visits they will make today to the newly voted in. The coming stink from dirty deals in DC is just getting up a head of steam. It's a sad day in America when you have to hold your nose and vote time after time.
Your new "jewel" reminds me very much of a brooch that my grandmother used to wear on her grey wool winter coat. She always wore solid black shoes, heavy stockings, and the grey wool winter coat with a black scarf. Against the bleak whites and greys of our bitter winters, she all but disappeared with these very sensible clothes. But oh, on the lapel was a very sparkly brooch with jewels of every color.
So thank you for stirring that memory. I had forgotten about that until I read today's post. And thank your husband, too, because if he hadn't given it to you, it would be just another forgotten memory.
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