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Monday Morning in Paradise

The humidity is down this morning, 83% with a temperature of 70 degrees out this morning. Not bad after some we have had. I glanced at the thermometer last evening after sundown and the temperature was still above 81 degrees. Evening cooling sure doesn’t kick in very early. The bits and dabs of rain we have had have been enough to allow the mosquito crop to start harvesting our blood this year. They aren’t bad enough yet to drive you in or even keep you beating yourself in masochistic pleasure from offering yourself up as a living bait.

I am not rushing today as I get to have the pleasure of meeting another group of our medical professionals today. A mid morning appointment of unknown duration. Life is interesting.

Everybody take a few minutes today and smell the flowers…Later

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It’s Sunday Morning

Rolling out of bed late on a Sunday morning always seems a bit decadent. I tend to get up and catch “Sunday Morning” on the TV. Then roll through a couple of the Sunday liars clubs before moving on to something useful for the rest of the day. Sometime today the grass needs mowing before it outstrips the mower.

When I stumbled into the kitchen this morning to start the coffee maker the temperature was at 73 and the humidity was at 98%…Now the television is flashing a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for the counties to the NE of here…Texas weather, wait around 15 minutes, they say, and it’ll change.

I am supposed to be heading out for this years Boyd~Cox reunion. With my voice acting up right now, I don’t want to add any additional strain to it, so I’ll be missing the family get together. We are down to two of the original family group left. My dad’s twin sister, Helen, who lives out of state and only makes it once a decade or so is 85. My Aunt Gertrude, who married into the family in 1929, is 97. Aunt Gertrude hasn’t missed a reunion in decades, that I know of. My dad was the youngest of 12, even Aunt Helen beat him into the world. He didn’t miss many of the family get togethers over the years, they were one of the highlights of the year for him. I’m sorry to miss the fun this year.

It’s not often that the Washington Post publishes a life celebration that grabs my interest in the morning and pulls me in to read the whole story…The following paragraph in the morning email did.

A couple of decades ago, a man driving from South Carolina to Pennsylvania broke down on the Beltway and managed to nurse his car to the Westbard Citgo service station in Bethesda. Carlos Bonds, the station owner, looked under the hood, then tossed the man a set of keys.

“Here’s my wife’s car,” he said. “Just bring it back in a week.”

Take a moment today and go celebrate a life well lived…

Source: He Repaired Cars and Restored Trust – washingtonpost.com

In twelve paragraphs of column Robert Kagen makes one statement that I can actually agree with. Sadly, he didn’t mean it the way I take it…

When people want to justify the unjustifiable and accept the unacceptable, they try all kinds of ways to make themselves feel better about their decision.

Most of what follows seems to me to be another neocon version of reality, and a realists version of Bush inspired acid dream. Highly appropriate I suppose for the 40th anniversary for the “Summer of Love”…The blurb at the end says Kagen is an adviser to the McCain Campaign. Could this explain part of the failure of the McCain run for the Presidency to actually take off this time around?

Source: Robert Kagan – The ‘Blame The Iraqis’ Gambit – washingtonpost.com

Y’all have a great Sunday…Catch you tomorrow…

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Friday Morning Muse

For all who came by looking for these musings yesterday, I am sorry for the lack of focus. I find myself in a position of having other things on my mind at the moment. Right now I am still processing. I am sure I will figure this out shortly, until then I’ll try to at least put something out here so you will know I haven’t dropped completely of the edge of the earth.

I did notice yesterday that Kate over at Cider Press Hill is thinking of taking on a new challenge. I do not envy her if she does. Living in Texas we seem to have big commutes, not so much because we try but more because they just happen. The 50 gallons of gas per person per year part of the challenge…Not gonna happen here unless I give up the job and go to hanging around and growing all of my own food. I am going to mull this challenge over a while and try to formulate a plan(?) of attack…

Back to my regularly schedule weather muse…The temperature this morning is a rather mild 69 degrees and the humidity is in the soupy 95% range. Texas mornings are great for showers…oops, there goes my daily water allotment. Speaking of water I see this weeks US News has their cover story on the subject. I have to say the headline is grim but probably true…”Why You Should Worry About Water…How this diminishing resource will determine the future of where and how we live.” I haven’t read the article yet, and they are speaking to the choir here, but I’ll be checking it out this weekend.

It’s getting late so I better go check the morning’s emails…I’ll let you know if anything is interesting…

I always find Eugene Robinson’s columns interesting but the following paragraph from today’s just sings…

When I look at what the next president will have to deal with, I don’t see much that can be solved with just a winning smile, a firm handshake and a ton of resolve. I see conundrums, dilemmas, quandaries, impasses, gnarly thickets of fateful possibility with no obvious way out. Iraq is the obvious place he or she will have to start; I want a president smart enough to figure out how to minimize the damage. – Eugene Robinson

“Gnarly thickets of fateful possibility with no obvious way out.” Now isn’t that one of the most descriptive sentences of world conditions you have ever read? If you have a moment, go read the rest…But, after 8 years of dumbed down expectations I don’t hold out much hope for Eugene’s ideal President.

Happy Birthday Norma Jean…

Well, it’s time to head to work…Catch ya later…