"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired
signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold and not clothed.
This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat
of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children."
-- Dwight D. Eisenhower --
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I guess I've been pretty clear that I'm not big on holidays, partly because they are commercially perverted and exploited, but also because we as a society seem to have forgotten the true purpose and reason for those holidays. Kinda like Sundays. I get very annoyed by people who are all pious and holy on Sunday morning, and then forget it all for the next six and a half days, 'til it's time to be publicly pious and holy again. I think the sentiments of Sunday, Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, and all that should be an every day thing. Like, ONE day for being grateful for our bounty? ONE day to get together with family? Bull poopy. We should be grateful every day. Stop complaining on every other day of the year about what you don't have or want but can't get. Every time you go to the grocery store, give thanks for what the earth gives us.
I had told The Man that I don't enjoy giving or receiving gifts on those days when they are expected (and in some cases demanded). I prefer it to be a more natural spontaneous "I saw this and thought of you" type thing. I never ever want a "gift" that someone felt they had to give me because the calendar said so. He seemed very relieved by that.
A cynic could interpret that as that I want every day to be Valentine's Day. Well, uh, yeah.
Hercules has yesterday and today off work. Daughter didn't cook yesterday. They decided to relax and enjoy life instead. I think she had intended to do the turkey bit because she had invited me to dinner, but I turned her down. She knows I don't like holiday fuss, but what I didn't tell her was that a) I dislike turkey, and b) I had a 2-hour shift washing pots at a Sandy shelter.
So anyway, she's cooking today and will bring me some leftovers.
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So far I have still seen only two squirrels since the hurricane. Normally one sees six or eight in the trees, and you can hear many more scolding cats and each other all day.
Sqiuggy came by yesterday morning for his peanuts. I can put out only one at a time because he takes one at a time and disappears to bury it (I guess), so if the blue jay is around the jay steals the rest. Yesterday I had thrown a peanut onto the driveway, and squirrel #2 ran up to investigate.
Squiggy had a fit!
He chased #2 in circles on the driveway, up onto the porch, around behind me so close their flailing tails brushed my ankles, through the railing and around the side of the house.
This morning #2 is digging around in George's front yard, carefully keeping his back to me.
I haven't seen Squiggy since the chase. I guess he won the argument, but I wonder if there was a price.
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