Well, so much for swearing off politics. I created such a storm on my two blog pages, two facebook pages and twitter. Not that I mind the brouhaha. Truth is, I sort of relish it.
But there must be more to life than politics. Most people rise above even the most repressive of regimes, though they do quickly learn to avoid being critical of Dear Leader and his bureaucrats. That can cause major unhappiness. And more, my religious credo insists that I be at peace with the government, when possible. I have one and only one recourse, and that is the ballot box. And use it I shall.
Leftover blueberry waffles for breakfast this morning. Oh the horror! But I ate ‘em anyway. And the sun broke out late this morning in a hazy glow. But it is still a breezy and cool morning. The rains will soon end and we’ll warm up to porch sittin’ weather this weekend. We are ready for a little dryness but cross our fingers behind our back when we ask for it. When it dries up here, everything goes dormant.
And that is the exciting news on this Thor’s* Day.
A late good morning!!
*The only dirty joke my mother ever told me;
Thor mopes on Mt. Olympus. Zeus asks him why he looks so depressed. Thor says that he misses the companionship and love of a woman. Zeus tells Thor that he will fix the problem by sending Thor down to Earth.
Thor lands in the backyard of a single woman. The two immediately start making love and continue all weekend.
After the weekend Thor is back at Mt. Olympus with a big grin on his face. Zeus asks Thor the great woman’s name, but Thor admits that he never asked.
Horrified at his rudeness, Zeus sends Thor back down to find out the woman’s name. Arriving in the same backyard, Thor calls out to the woman, “I wanted to tell you I’m Thor.”
She yells, “You’re thor? I’m tho thor I can hardly pith or thpit!”