So much in my head.

[ysobelle]

Very productive day yesterday. It was my own personal In-Service Day, and I spent it with my Aunt Grace. We went through boxes and boxes of papers and old mail she's been keeping, and threw out seven trashbags full. I bought her a lamp for Christmas, and we put that in the back room, as she's had no lamp in there. I also talked to her about getting her lovely reproduction furniture reupholstered, as it's been spinning into a slow decay since it was bought in 1963. She has some very pretty Victorian chairs, too, that need redoing. It's time!

I also pulled her microwave down from its very high shelf and showed her how to use it.

We cleared the piles of books and papers and such from the dining area and put them away.

We talked about getting her other bedframe out of storage-- she has two narrow twin beds, so why not put them together and have one bed made from them? She has the space, and she needs to get a new mattress, anyway.

I also gave her her other Christmas present-- a gift card to Coldwater Creek, which means we spend the day together, as I have to drive her out there. That'll be neat.

We found a pair of lovely silver cuff bracelets with beautiful relief designs on them-- it looks like a cloaked fiddler in an inn or farmyard, playing for a group of people at a table. There's a sweet cottage behind them with someone leaning out of the half door to listen, and a church in the distance, off a winding country road. There's no stamp anywhere, but they do say "Denmark" in one corner. They're identical, and I'm in love with them-- and she gave them to me! I'm thrilled!

We went to dinner afterwards at Bertuccis. Happily for me, I brought most of my dinner home. My ass does not need further expansion, thank you.

Sunday was the Black Watch Regiment Pipers, Drummer, and Highland Dancers, and the Band of the Royal Welsh Guards. I'm all but speechless about it-- yes, it made me cry. Oh, the pipes, the pipes! And the gentlemen doing the Highland Fling and the Sword Dance weren't bad, either. And before anyone asks, the answer is yes, I believe so.


Anyway. Bless fondor: he's sent me a link to a company that may have perfect racks. (Yes, yes, insert joke here.) My French Victorian screen's been relisted, but it's a nine-day auction, and the reserve hasn't been met at $75, so I may, alas, go with something else.


And lastly for this morning, I've read yet another article about corruption in the Republican party-- this time with the Speaker of the House, Dennis Hastert. Nice guy, it seems, just not as on the ball as he could have been, bordering on shady dealings. Does this sound familiar? All I can ask is where the hell is our outrage? Clinton gets a blow job, and we impeach him-- Bush lies, breaks the law, gets thousands of soldiers killed on information he knew was false, keeps foreign prisoners locked up for years with no charges and no trials, openly declares himself above the law, and does it all with a "Who me? I'm not guilty! This is all for your own good!" attitude and a smarmy grin-- and he gets nothing. Nothing. Finally, Al Gore comes out swinging, and the BBC makes a bigger deal out of it than we do here.

Where is our outrage?

Comments

[athenascloset.livejournal.com]

i totally agree! you're my new hero!!!!!

:)

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Heh-- I think your new hero is a good bit smaller than me. No less vocal, though, I'm guessing!


How ARE you?

[daemionfox.livejournal.com]

In order for there to be outrage, there needs to be energy, and someone has to care. One of the first things done during the current administration was to cheerfully build up the apathy of the generic American public. By this point, I believe the hope is to get through to Jan 2009 with as little rocking the boat as possible. It's like factory workers. Extend the hours and cut the benefits little by little and watch them not want to complain because "It could be worse."

Course, then came the Unions, and we all know how that worked out.

[grinning-fox.livejournal.com]

unprintable, doesn't sell soap, silent, surpressed. Sheeple. Where is our outrage? Seems like it's something like a pressure cooker, getting hotter and hotter the harder he fuels it. I disrecall where, but I had heard mutterings about impeachment and "ramifications and consequences" (whatever the bleep that means...) Anyway, yes. Ick. And on another note, yay to shiny happy goodness for you! Bracelets sound lovely ^__^

[athenascloset.livejournal.com]

Well, it's been a stressful week. My uncle died on Tuesday then, on Saturday, Cowboy was euthanized. My uncle, for a long time, lived with bone cancer. We didn't have a chance to say good bye. He lived to be 70.

Cowboy suffered from diabetes. There was nothing left but a bloated belly, fur and bones, and attitude. And I loved that attitude. He was my best friend when I had none, and so hard to let go. I miss him so much. He was 10.

How are you?