High winds today. They come rollicking off the lake when they come. The advisory always warns high profile vehicles. I’m sure they mean tall ones and not, say, a 700 series BMW, a Lamborghini or, you know, high profile low riders. Most Jeeps I’ve owned has a picture of a tilting jeep inside a circle with a line crossed through it. No tipping. Always sound advice. It’s on the inside of the sunshade. Must be most jeep tips happen on sunny days.
It’s another beautiful day in paradise, or so I assume. Here it’s a yellowish gray with dancing tree tops. I should be out walking or something. That has as much to do with the shrink as anything. It might be a stupid idea. Dude mentioned I sounded as though I felt like I was doing time. He’s practiced with his affect so I don’t know if he thought that was clever. I’ve certainly felt that way using those words before, sort of as it applied to my second marriage, but mostly, despite the reason, as it applies to feeling imprisoned. The last, the last I recall, I did what prisoners do. No, I didn’t shank a guard. I exercised.
And I wrote. I wrote dark things, and funny things and surreal things. I wrote badly and goodly and neutrally. I walked a lot and when feeling particularly imprisoned I did pushups. When anxious I used the anxiety to do things. I am finding it hard to get motivated these days. I am hopeful I can figure out why through talk therapy. There is very little to base that hope on except it is sort of like doing something, maybe not an effective thing, but it is doing something.
Spring is actually going to be here for more than a day at a time soon. Though my phone app claims chance for snow later in week. Looking at the Doppler it looks like snow hit Minnesota earlier today. All those people who denied global warming because of their local weather — I think the last three years might have changed their minds. I don’t know what would change the minds of holocaust deniers.
Hillary and Donald keep eating up super Tuesdays. Or rather the media keeps calling every Tuesday with a primary a super Tuesday. I seem to remember when just the last one was called super Tuesday, but the fuck do I know. I don’t vote in primaries. The media also keeps saying how upset the GOP is over the whole Trump thing. I mean the WHOLE trump thing. They’ve been letting their party be co-oped for years now.
The one article I haven’t seen is the one that says it’s a good year for independents. You would think with both parties running candidates the public allegedly dislikes so much that a strong third party candidate could make a dent, at least enough of a dent to set up a serious contention for future elections, assuming there are people who think there will be a future. I personally like Hillary. Wait, no, I don’t like her personally, I like her policies, they are sound and doable. In theory I sort of liked Bernie except most of his stuff would never pass the house or senate he’d be born a lame duck and he’s not going to get to run anyhow. In that respect Hillary is, so far, the only one on any ticket who can call in favors. It’s not really a secret that that is how DC works.
I’m not even following very closely. Whatever engine is used to decide what sort of ad’s I want and email I want has decided I want primary news, a Russian/Asian/Latina bride and running shoes. I understand the running shoes. Every three months or so I get a form email from the representative of the district I voted in in Clackamas and one from the district I’m in now. It’s possible one is a republican and one is a democrat. I didn’t vote for either of the current ones.
I sent out a few emails back when Michigan decided to call wolves game, and I sent out a few emails over the years about environmental issues in Oregon. So, I guess there is some sort of precedent, still doesn’t explain why all of the sudden the engine thinks I’m partisan AND want a foreign wife. Perhaps republicans go for the Russian ones and Democrats for the Asian and the Latina’s are neutral.
I don’t think I know anyone who did mail order marriage. I know a few people who married for citizenship, but they knew one another and the process isn’t really all that simple, quick or carefree. But tying things together, can you imagine how disappointed a Russian woman would be sending out for a mail order American husband and getting Donald or Hillary? Just saying. America knows them and aren’t offering the metaphorical bride price.
I’m a bit embarrassed writing a pseudo political entry. I don’t know much about what is going on except the sensational stuff, fights at trump rallys and Hillary testifying on State department issues with Syria and Libya in front of some congressional sub committee on something no doubt expensive and petty and too far past to do shit about. One article was trying to accuse her of lying, they mistook the current issue at hand for the incident at Benghazi. You know why trump isn’t involved? Because he was never secretary of state, or, as far as I know, an elected official in any capacity whatsoever. Must be his winning charm. The GOP is unhappy, that likely is a pre-existing condition.
Ok, I’ve got a lot of things to get back to not doing.
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