This ape has more rights than you do. For instance, it doesn't have to pay taxes. Or buy health insurance.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Not only are we kissing up to Iran, now we are making overtures to the Castro regime. I can't believe I'm in the same country I was born in.
Here in the US, if someone expresses mild doubt about the feasibility of gay marriage, his life is made miserable and we try to ruin his business. However, in Cuba, gays are languishing in prisons camp, and apparently this is okay, because no enemies on the left.
In Iran, they murder young men for being gay, but that's okay because Muslims have a different culture and we can't judge them by our standards.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
I wish I could believe that this cut in funding would affect the higher-ups in the IRS, especially those who tromp on the faces of ordinary people. But my experience of local and state government leads me to be cynical.
When my husband worked for the New York State Education Department, there was a big austerity campaign--draconian cuts were going to be made. People feared for their jobs. In the event, they cut out two positions--for part-time charwomen.
Everyone who worked there knew there were high level employees who never did a lick of work. Their jobs were spared, and they continued to do nothing--with annual cost-of-living raises-- until they retired on comfortable pensions. By the way, they contributed nothing toward funding their pensions. These were 100 percent funded by the State. Nice work if you can get it.
No wonder everyone wants a civil service job.
I'd like to put in a word of recommendation for the novels of Gerald Petievich which deal with the Secret Service, but only incidentally with lazy and free-loading employees.
Sunday, December 07, 2014
Readers of my book, "Nothing Much," have written me extensively about their aunts. It seems my readers have as many aunts as I do, maybe more, and these aunts have loomed large in their lives. The aunts in question are devoted to bridge (or canasta, or mah jong)and would walk over burning coals in their bare feet rather than miss their weekly game(s). They also wore large, imposing hats and loved to get together to gossip or dish the dirt. But did any of these ladies plan to bring a card table and four chairs to the cemetery, to their mother's grave, in fact, so they could keep the old lady company while playing a comfortable game of bridge? I didn't think so.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
I finally got a locksmith to come to my house--and what a locksmith! One of nature's noblemen, when he arrived he informed me that my outside tap needed to be shut down. He then shut it down, coiled up the hose, and deposited it in the basement. Then he shut off the inside faucet or whatever you call the doohinky that if it freezes your pipes would burst. This was before he had done any locksmithing at all.
I have zero sales resistance, so he managed to sell me five (5) locksets for all my exterior doors. They cost a lot.
He went out to his truck to get his invoices and business cards. Meanwhile, I cut my finger trying to cut some limes in half. I managed to drip a fair number of drops of blood on the floor in the kitchen and bathroom before the locksmith put a BandAid on my finger.
Wait--there's more, as the television pitchmen say. I had heated some chicken morsels in the oven and managed to eat one while he was out in the truck and nearly choked to death. This invaluable tradesman pounded me on the back until I had disgorged the remnants of chicken, thus saving my life.
Then he took some wipes and wiped up the droplets of blood from the floor. Did a good job, too. Now that's what I call locksmithing!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
When I was young, I would apply for any job that didn't require math, and quite a few that did. Editor, garment model, newsreader, office manager, I figured out I could learn the required skills in two weeks. (Except math.) Besides, they sounded interesting. Who wouldn't want a job as a fitting model in the garment industry? Or the Napoleon of a large law office, striking fear into the hearts of all the underlings and lunching with rich lawyers? All the jobs sounded interesting to a 20 year old with no paarticular aim in life. Amazingly, I had multiple interviews.
Being a shy person, it was agony for me at first to go through these interviews. But I had so many of them that I became inured to the process, and my attitude was "bring it on!" although people didn't say that in those days. I got quite adept at presenting myself and modestly mentioning my many accomplishments, which mostly consisted of having a BA in English literature at the time.
But at last I have seen an ad for the job of my dreams: wardrobe, makeup and costume construction for a theatrical company. I'd be perfect for the job. As it happens, I can sew. I made all my daughters' dresses when they were little. A short visit to Sephora or Ulta would bring me up to date on makeup. Unfortunately, it's in San Francisco, and the rents there are too high. I'll just have to remain satisfied with unassuming, humble Delaware.