OK, let’s get serious boys and girls

Coming of Fall, Masonic Memorial from the front porch

It is time for a real honest to goodness 3rd party. Face it, the Democrats made almost no visible progress during the last 2 years. Oh, things would have been worse without the Democrats – the horror of Sarah Palin was averted for openers.

No matter what the “rank and file” teapotheads think – their spontaneous movement is financed by a few hugely rich fat ass old white men. And, their so called program – makes no sense. Oh, lets cut taxes, especially for the hugely rich, and not cut defense, homeland security, or medicare and social security for us old dudes – and everything will be fine…

The next session of congress will be a giant circular firing squad.

So, by 2012 – we should be able to see that the Democrats and whatever flavor of Republicans are just too entrenched in either insanity of self preservation to lead. It is time for a meaningful 3rd party. With a leader who will speak the truths  that we all know – but fear to say. Raise my taxes. Cut my pork. Ask me to sacrifice for the good of the next generation. Fix my roads. Expand public transportation. Take better care of those who need care. Stop spending my money on the “drug war”. Just declare victory and leave. That goes for Afganistan too. Remember Afganistan is the country that took down the Evil Empire.

An Arlington kind of a day…

Exciting downtown Clarendon

Find sunny early fall day today. It 4 weeks from today we’ll be flying to Kona – which doesn’t seem like a good idea today. But, in four weeks, winter will be just around the corner and my tan will have faded and I’ll be ready for some surf.

Clarendon was infested with Morris Dancers today

Aloha

Scored frequent flyer tickets to Kona

I had enough miles to get us to Kona for free. Will have to pay our way back home. But, that will be in 2011.

Spent this rainy day taking care of my computers. I have 3 computers, 2 of them dual boot. So, 5 operating systems need periodic housekeeping.

Then, I just happened to check on frequent flyer seats for November – no joy. But, there were to seats and sweet connections on Oct 30. So, Oct 30 it is.

Now that’s a good idea

I'll drink to that

Yesterday, I walked to the volunteer job. I usually ride the bus and walk home. It is 1.8 miles each way. Anyhow, my “to work” walk took me past this festive yard sign. But, actually, booze is the first thing ditched when I am dieting.

The diet has been going on for a week now. One of the offending pounds is gone. Two more to go. Pesky three pounds. Carlton can lose three pounds by giving up  jelly on his afternoon monster muffin snack. No one ever said life is fair.

“They” promised us huge amounts of rain tomorrow.

Is anyone besides me sad about the death – or maybe suicide – of Xmarks – that fine crossbrowser, crossplatform, bookmark sync system?

Just toss Pop under a bus…

I know this smiling kid. I have eaten Thanksgiving dinner at his house. I know his mother. She was the Matron of Honor at my oh so formal wedding years ago. My only thought was “How must Camille feel about this?” Carlton says that she must feel better than Cliff – because at least Mother’s care is being considered.

Carlton also noted that the dates are wrong.

Buggy…

St Michaelmas Daisy and Bee

Took the little ZS3 out on a very small nature walk – about 6 blocks to the Nature Conservancy’s empty lot. I was testing a little “old person” modification to the ZS3. Namely – the ClearViewer , a little gizmo invented by an old person for old persons. Makes it possible to actually see the LCD. Normally, I just “point and pray”. But, this this helps.

Milkweed Seed Pod and a mature milkweed bug

Slumping off into boredom…

I am slumping off into boredom this evening. But, there are worse things than being bored.

Maybe I am bored with dieting. Hope not. It has only been since Wednesday noon. And I am sure that the 12 sticks of butter AKA 3 pounds are still firmly attached to my person.

The Dead… Try 2

Scarlett Begonias - Day 2

Took the same camera out today and went looking for Scarlett Begonias. I suspect that the San Francisco area has way better begonias than Arlington. We have those red and white and pink things that are avoided by insects and loved by commercial landscape companies.

Scarlett Begonias - the B/W version

We do not have cable TV – I am trying very hard to avoid finding out what latest lunacy the teapotheads are  preaching. But unsettling crumbs slip in around the NPR and Newshour edges. Where did we go wrong? What sort of children did we raise? And, will the elders and hopefully the youngers too –  wake up from our naps in time to stop those crazy 30 and 40 somethings running for the US Senate? One seriously wacko senator can cause a whole bunch of trouble. Two or three working together … It is enough to make me agree with one of the teapotters wishes – repeal the 17th amendment.

This is Day Two of the Diet of 2010. The Diet didn’t really start until lunch yesterday. And, it isn’t dinner time yet. So, I suppose I have 24 hours of dieting. We don’t have a scale. And 24 hours is really too soon for any good results.

The Dead…

Scarlett Begonias

Three extra pounds have taken up residence on my person. That would be 12 sticks of butter. Time for drastic action. Must get  back down to the sub-125 level. ASAP.

I am not liking the begonia picture so very much. But, I put it there – so there it stays.

Last 24 Hours of Summer

Gotta Love Japan's Cartoon Trains and Subways

Last day of summer. I was going to go for a nice long walk – but – while walking to the grocery store I tripped over one of Arlington’s lovely sidewalk bricks. Scraped up my knee and hand. Nothing busted – so – not a problem. But, I spent the rest of the day lounging around with my knee on ice.

The accident was on the way to the grocery. Harris Teeter gave me a couple of band-aids – so I patched myself up and did my shopping.

Starting to think about becoming an Ex-Pat again. Carlton favors Vancouver. This is one of the good things about being a renter. You can seriously entertain just saying “F- It”. And leave. I have stopped being amused by Christine, Newt, Rand, Joe etc…