Good Morning Ted and Jody:
Yesterday was one of those days that was just “blah.” OK, it was a bit worse than that. I could feel the plight of people stuck in warehouses (nursing homes and the like). I would not have wanted to be parked focusing on the various aches and to pains I feel and only having a television set with all the upsetting news (the campaign coverage) to distract me feeling as I was. I would think what would be a cross between an invitation to end it all and a violation of my 8th Amendment rights not to be cruelly and unusually punished for the crime of aging.
Fortunately, I had a stamp order to fill which gave me an excuse to go to the post office. Since Nancy was teaching a class, I had to be ready to join her for lunch sometime after her class and before her lab work for her forthcoming hip replacement. Fortunately, I had a backlog of images taken to process, so I planned to processed images until she called. But I didn’t wait for her call. Instead I felt the clouds calling and took an hour to get to town with all the stops to document the clouds (actually add them to my inventory of images, I love it when there is a change of the guard in weather fronts. They put on as nice a show as the Guards when they change at Queens small London abode). I still have that backlog. While the ground clutter I have mentioned before is in full display, I had to capture the clouds.This is facing away from Silver Lake at about the 9 mile marker on WA 504, and this is facing Silver Lake and shooting into the sun. Finally, one could see Mt. St. Helens down by the Information Center near the 5 mile marker on WA 504.
Since Nancy finished teaching at 12:45 and her lab appointment was for 1:30; that was a narrow time window; so, we had a narrow lunch. After lunch, I stopped for more cloud formations as the formal ceremony of changing fronts was still going on. (I will send some of those later, but for now they are part of my backlog.) When I got home, I had planned to set up a light in the shed and put a compost bin together. It has been sitting in the shed since it arrived the evening before I decided to have diving practice in the garage in the early morning hours on Wednesday. I didn’t get out there; but, that means I still have a project I can putz at today (unless there is a command performance of front changes I will need to attend with camera) and perhaps for a week to come. That is one of two small projects for which I needed the drill. The other is to install a solar light in the shed. I am somewhat surprised at how little of the final gardening work I can actually do and need to put off for a dry day (not to mention a day when my muscles are actually working and not screaming at me to take drugs, heavy duty narcotic drugs [they really are quite insistent]). I am more surprised that I did as much gardening type clean up not more than a week ago on a daily basis without giving it a second’s thought. I find that when I get busy at something, I forget to notice the little irritants called feet and limbs that seem to want to hurt all the time.
So, I stayed busy until bed time. Fortunately, usually I am able to fall asleep before the aches and pains are able to break through my consciousness and I am good until morning. (The varied dreams I have also keep me busy when I am asleep).
The election campaign is upsetting; it gives me heart burn. I know I have addressed this before, but, Ted, our profession, political scientists and civics teachers, has utterly failed to break through the distorted beliefs and erroneous notions that people have about what the Constitution says and what this government should be about—we the people, all the people. I cannot think of how we could have better refuted racial superiority notions to explain equality to our former students (and since we were at a primarily teaching college, the teachers of elementary and secondary school students). I cannot imagine how we could have more successfully countered the notions of “me” above community. I cannot imagine how we could have more clearly answered the notions of “freedom for MY religion.” But, somewhere and somehow, we should have done a better job.
A week from yesterday, the day after the election, slightly less than ½ of the voting public is going to be pissed off. I do hope and pray that this upset minority remembers some of what their formal training in government and politics presented about the peaceful transfer of power and acceptance of the majority will. Heaven knows the rest of the lessons did not seem to take. Regardless, I am not looking forward to being warehoused under either candidate’s regime for we still have the failure of our profession to thank for the way we will be warehoused. Then there is the movement toward more and more paperwork to cover the lack of attention and medical assistance actually given and for which the insurance companies pay. The insurance companies seem willing to pay if lots of paper is involved. But, I am getting off on a very long tangent. So, I will close instead of going on a tirade (for now) against all the paperwork used to cover everyone’s behind except the patient’s.
Warmest regards, Ed