id10ts in Morning Stream

There are a lot of idiots out there. Not drooling on your shirt idiots, just those who don’t think. People who drive around and around a parking lot hoping to get a parking spot up front. People who call me up at 9:15 on a Monday morning looking for someone else but when they find out they have a wrong number, ask me their silly question anyway. People who talk with out thinking. People with their habits so ingrained that they cannot make small simple changes. People who are so self involved. Little children in adult bodies.
I hate it when people tell me their problems.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I want to say. Instead, I’ve trained myself to say, “Oh, what do you plan to do about that?”
That might help them. It certainly helps me get rid of them. I’m not taking on your problems, idiot. My children are fully grown.
There is, or used to be a scientific difference between idiots, morons, and imbeciles. The terms fell out of fashion in the scientific world. It’s too bad that we are so politically correct these days.
That’s my rant brought on from sitting in the car in the Costco parking lot yesterday, people watching. Watching poor poor drivers navigate cars, carts and shoppers. That’s my rant from a phone call with a complete loser who called me off the internet and didn’t know who he was talking to.

Winter solstice. The shortest day of the year. The trough. The turn around point for the sun, earth and stars. It all gets better (in theory) from here. Day 70. Two months and ten days till March 1st and the first piebalds of spring, the birds singing in the trees. Sadly it is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
Covid has struck pretty close to home. Our oldest local friends have the virus. Caught it from Christmas visitors from the GTA. They were wearing masks. They have been so careful for months and months and yet they still caught it, in one isolated event.