Thursday, November 5, 2015
Looking at the field of presidential candidates, I wonder why they are in general so ... bad. Many of them are just plain weird in their opinions and proposals. Very few of them come across as thinkers.
Then I realized it's completely understandable why no intelligent, aware, educated, accomplished, thinking person who wants to better the lives of the people would want to run for the office. I mean, who in their right mind would volunteer to deal with what Congress has become?
That leaves the field open for people who just want the power and glory of the title, or who want to push their own narrow agendas and prejudices.
Out of the whole field, there are maybe two whom I could vote for without holding my nose, and even then it would be without hope.
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If you disagree, tell me who you think is a decent candidate, and why. Maybe you could sway me. (No, I won't tell you who my two might be.)
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Thursday, November 05, 2015
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
5029 Weird-oween
Tuesday, October 3, 2015
I wish there was some way to estimate how many kids would show up for Hallowe'en, and when. Last year we had a gazillion, all between 5 and 9 pm. This year there were very few. They started showing up at 2 (!!!???) and I wasn't at all ready, and it was all over by 7. I don't understand.
I don't like to hand out candy. The past few years I had LED blinking rings and bracelets, and for boys who didn't want "jewelry" I had tiny LED fingertip flashlights. They went over well. This year I had one bowl with 12-count boxes of Crayola sidewalk chalk, and another bowl full of whistles and kazoos, sitting on the porch. Kids could choose one from the bowl of chalk, OR two or three items from the bowl of whistles.
At least half the "kids" were at least 15, many older. Half! Even worse, on three occasions, the MOTHERS came up with a batch of little kids and the MOTHERS ALSO GRABBED STUFF OUT OF THE BOWLS! Handfuls of stuff from BOTH bowls! Carefully not looking at me! That completely blew my mind!
I think next year I might put up a little sign:
I had moved a chair out onto the porch, set up a space heater to blow on me, and settled down with a book. I did get quite a bit of reading done. There was a lot of time that there was no one on the street.
The Nugget came to my house early, grabbed a kazoo, and ran back home, whence she and her mother drove off, not to be seen again for hours. Turns out they'd gone to another neighborhood to make the rounds there with friends.
Rapunzel, at the nursery school costume parade on Friday:
The wig is a bit too far back on her forehead, so her own hair is peeking out, but that was almost necessary to keep it out of her eyes. The wig reached to her knees in the back. (She looks good blonde.) That wig cost me less than $20 new on eBay, including shipping, and it really looks great (when it's combed), with natural color variation and a natural-looking part. It was a surprise how nice it looked when it arrived. I was expecting it to look like fake hair, but it doesn't. I just might get another one for me.
The nursery school kids marched around the parking lot. The day before, Daughter had told me that Nugget didn't want to be in the parade. I asked why, and Daughter said, "She's shy." Duh? I never noticed shyness in her.
Anyway, Daughter was late (she's always late, everywhere, for everything) and didn't arrive until the parade was over and the kids were just lined up for photos, so I'm glad I was there to wave at Rapunzel in the parade. Nugget was amazing. Notice her hands in the second photo above. She was marching like she was a beauty queen perched on the back deck of a white convertible, flashing a genuine smile the whole way, and waving both hands at the adoring crowd. All she was missing was a sheaf of roses.
Shy, my eye.
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I wish there was some way to estimate how many kids would show up for Hallowe'en, and when. Last year we had a gazillion, all between 5 and 9 pm. This year there were very few. They started showing up at 2 (!!!???) and I wasn't at all ready, and it was all over by 7. I don't understand.
I don't like to hand out candy. The past few years I had LED blinking rings and bracelets, and for boys who didn't want "jewelry" I had tiny LED fingertip flashlights. They went over well. This year I had one bowl with 12-count boxes of Crayola sidewalk chalk, and another bowl full of whistles and kazoos, sitting on the porch. Kids could choose one from the bowl of chalk, OR two or three items from the bowl of whistles.
At least half the "kids" were at least 15, many older. Half! Even worse, on three occasions, the MOTHERS came up with a batch of little kids and the MOTHERS ALSO GRABBED STUFF OUT OF THE BOWLS! Handfuls of stuff from BOTH bowls! Carefully not looking at me! That completely blew my mind!
I think next year I might put up a little sign:
"If you are taller than I am, forget it."
I had moved a chair out onto the porch, set up a space heater to blow on me, and settled down with a book. I did get quite a bit of reading done. There was a lot of time that there was no one on the street.
The Nugget came to my house early, grabbed a kazoo, and ran back home, whence she and her mother drove off, not to be seen again for hours. Turns out they'd gone to another neighborhood to make the rounds there with friends.
Rapunzel, at the nursery school costume parade on Friday:
The nursery school kids marched around the parking lot. The day before, Daughter had told me that Nugget didn't want to be in the parade. I asked why, and Daughter said, "She's shy." Duh? I never noticed shyness in her.
Anyway, Daughter was late (she's always late, everywhere, for everything) and didn't arrive until the parade was over and the kids were just lined up for photos, so I'm glad I was there to wave at Rapunzel in the parade. Nugget was amazing. Notice her hands in the second photo above. She was marching like she was a beauty queen perched on the back deck of a white convertible, flashing a genuine smile the whole way, and waving both hands at the adoring crowd. All she was missing was a sheaf of roses.
Shy, my eye.
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