The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, May 18, 2009

Tuesday (four days to vacation)

I found this last night quite by accident.

"The era of apologizing for Republican mistakes of the past is now officially over," Steele will say in a speech to the RNC's 2009 State Chairmen's Meeting

What I'm wondering is when, exactly, did they START apologizing?

Of course, there's always the very public and widespread taking to task that Obama's getting over DADT,ENDA, DOMA, anything he promised the gays.

Now, I hate to jump in and sound like I'm trying to steal Richard Rothstein's thunder over at Proceed at your own risk, and I'm certain he doesn't even consider me, let alone consider me a blogging colleague, but the facts are these:

Like him, I too told you all so when you were jumping in line with glee to follow the pied piper to ruin, but did you listen? Nah.

Richard, in today's post likens himself to Cassandra, the mortal in Greek mythology who is prescient, but is cursed by the Gods so that no one will believe her predictions.

He has a point, a bit melodramatic, but then again that's what we love about Richard.

So the fact remains that you DO only have yourselves to blame. You DID follow this guy down the road to ruin and you WILL have to continue to live with the complete lack of results you will obtain as a result.

I DID tell you, so, and as usual not a damn one of you listened.

So there you have it. A non-apology, I feel just like a newly minted Republican.

So here's a morsel...and a half:


AND on a more positive note:
Mariela Castro led a gay rights parade in Havana over the weekend. She, incidentally is Raul Castro's daughter. Kinda explains why Cuba is gettin' so gay all of a sudden, huh?

But progress is progress, better in Cuba than nowhere at all, which of course, is the choice we are faced with.

Sunny Monday!

I just couldn't seem to get any traction this weekend. No matter what I started I couldn't get it finished.

Saturday I went out about 11am to buy some clay and send a couple of grad gifts etc but the art supply store didn't have what I was looking for, and I thought, "Well, I'll just drive to Lawrence and see what Brackers has in the way of new clay."

My first mistake.

Lawrence is about 45 miles from where I made this decision, and after 45 minutes in the car I found myself pulling into Bracker's parking lot, with the intention of spending about an hour just browsing and then purchasing some clay and maybe a few new tools.

They were CLOSED!!!

They're never closed on Saturday.

They were having a workshop and had closed for the event. I was and am not a happy customer. To drive 45 minutes only to discover I had to go home empty handed. So! I drove back home and since I took the alternate route, which requires paying a toll, I ended up downtown and decided I'd stop at the Westport location of the store I'd started out at and buy clay there.

There was evidently some event since traffic was backed up almost a mile from the area I needed to be. I wound up back at the store I started at. It took 4 hrs to buy clay and two graduation gifts.

Oh! And while I was at Walgreen's picking up my allergy prescriptions (which I was doing under duress since Walgreen's has pissed me off so bad recently) The woman behind the counter rang up my scrips, took my credit card and proceeded to authorize $155.13 for prescriptions I should have been paying $$29.00 for.

Needless to say there was a struggle while I attempted to keep the top of my head in place.

There ensued a brief but unpleasant conversation in which I let them know I was there against my better judgment and THIS was exactly the reason why. I still don't see the purchase credited on my card, which means I have to talk to some Walgreen's manager today. Swell.

When I arrived home I discovered that a creature of some sort had somehow fallen down my chimney and was flapping around inside the wall on top of my fireplace.

I turned on some Etta James, made myself a HUGE gin and Tonic and made Reuben's for dinner. What else was there to do?

Sunday...well, I downloaded a movie from Amazon. It just seemed pointless to try to accomplish anything after Saturday. Maybe next weekend.

But! It's Monday! The week starts anew, there's plenty to do, and not very much of it entails work. I'm very happy. I'll ride today, I'll do that last final at 6pm and then the rest of the evenings this week are mine. And Friday I'll start my vacation.

Oh I truly hope I don't start vacating today, there's too much to do to get ready to be gone for a week, But one never knows.

Monday Morsel:



I know he's wearing a shirt, but seriously, how could I NOT post this?