Waiting for the story to wrap
This morning, I washed and dried a sweatshirt. Finding the cord that cinches the hood, out completely, showed that agitation does a “number” on things. The cord is back in place, but next time around I’ll secure the ends in a friendly knot.
I imagine that our local general store must look forward to the upswing in business during the summer. I was over for gas and milk, this afternoon. The place was full. Pump queue, parking lot, aisles, the register line. All at maximum. Not enough to make the owners rich, but it must help in getting through the long quiet spell of winter.
Watched the Batman vs Superman movie, this evening. Almost three hours of confusion. Perhaps there are others that find the genre entertaining; I just kept waiting for the story to wrap.
A busy week in the Hall of Crazy Mirrors (formerly referred to as the White House). The new director of communications came in with a gong show of his own. Gangster lingo, perhaps. This afternoon, the chief of staff resigned. That can’t be good for morale among the lesser names on the organigramme. Whatever progress might have been made since mid-January now begins, again. Not exactly renewal. For the rest of us, cable TV news has become the “go to portal” for proof that you can’t get all the worms back into the proverbial can. Oh, and the health bill took another kick in the kneecap, with a negative vote. Of course, the ideas for how to fix this include getting rid of any semblance of democratic process, going forward.
