Age and Intentions

I was walking about the yard, looking at the things I need to do, and wondering when I'll be able to accomplish the tasks I planned to accomplish during the months without lead-melting temperatures. Soon I hope, but according to my doctor, running a chain saw will just aggravate what already hurts, and wearing a brace on my arm for the determined time is the best way to eventually reach the point where something more is contemplated by the dictates of medicine or insurance dweebs. From my point of view, the brace offers some relief, but the underlying problem is not really responding to the treatment. 

We've had some really nice weather over the last few days. Clear skies, lows in the forties and highs around seventy. Perfect weather for outside projects, but not for me. I'll just walk around, play with the neighbor dogs, and offer profound words of wisdom to anyone that doesn't know me.

I've deliberately avoided much time for observing the current effort to elect a House Speaker. What little I've seen shows the Republican Party is obsolete, the Democratic Party doesn't have nearly enough of their members in jail, and taxpayers should just stay bent over. Meanwhile, the unelected are running amok, too many judges are clearly corrupt, and the problems created by both are increasing. Maybe the best thing is to have all elected officials have a lottery, each picks a number, and the winner is tarred and feathered for public entertainment. I think that would definitely have an impact on their efforts for reelection, and to make things even, their staff has to have a lottery too. Of course, the lottery would have to be held daily, and the television proceeds would be put toward the national debt. 

I won't write about the economy, except there are people that should be hung for what they've done.

Tax season is here, and I'm waiting for the needed paperwork. Hopefully, some obscure new tax law doesn't tax me to death. I'll know in about a month.

Locally, school is back in full force. Most of the local districts are rural and the consequences of straying too far from the herd has dire consequences. Still, I'm suspicious of anyone that claims they're part of the process. Well-trained minions comes to mind as the best description of most, and their administrators would  chain the wheels of a handicap child if new guidelines mandated the practice.

I'm contemplating compiling the essays I've written about my years of work and peddling them to whoever is brave enough to take the chance of publishing what some could find uninteresting. Of course, if I accomplish the task, and the interest is light, it will sadden me to know how many people are missing out on what should be a best seller. 

That's all I have for now. It's time for me to pull out the leftover taco meat and fixings. Later I plan to enjoy an adult beverage and watch the sunset.