I’ve just finished my umpteenth cup of coffee of the day, and I’m sitting in front of my computer bathed in the glaring white light from the screen, while the rest of the room is semi-darkened, lit only with a few strands of Christmas lights. The sound of Paul Williams singing The Christmas Song is wafting lazily through the room along with the smell of the Christmas candles that are barely burning behind me on the coffee table, the wicks just above a pool of hot melted wax, that makes the whole room smell like, well, Christmas.
The dirt smudges on my glasses (the ones that never seem to go away) are softening the glare of the screen somewhat, and give the whole world a slightly speckled aspect. As Andy Williams finishes his song, and Frank Sinatra starts singing the Christmas Waltz, my wife decides to play with Roddy, one of our cats, and the laser pointer, causing a great deal of guffawing from both her and I as the cat attacks the light in what can only be called a frenzy, as it dances deftly past, and at time over his paws as he tries to smack the light, and over his tongue as he tries to bite the light.
Christmas, cats and laser pointers, happiness and entertainment a-plenty.
Viddy of the day: Frank Sinatra – The Christmas Waltz. Great song. The visual itself, nothing but a picture of Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed, from It’s a wonderful life, is nice but… well it seemed lacking something… Like maybe Frank Sinatra. It’d have been a nice addition.
Right now the thoughts that are going through my head belie the more calm outward aspect of the more sedate life here in Rhino hacienda. An ill family member is much on my mind, one does not get closer than we, and it hurts like hell to see him as ill as he is. It looks like this fine example of Irish strength will pull through, but he has a long hard road ahead, and he will need all the help that he can get. Right now that help comes in the form of just being there for him. More palpable help will come when he is strong enough to receive it.
All in due course, all in due course. I could write much more, but I, unlike much of the web, respect the privacy of others. His story will be told some day. But not yet, not until I hear from him, and others, that it is acceptable.
I read news stories about Sotheby’s. I am heartened that they have survived the season, but angered that Sotheby’s still has not offered an honest contract to teamsters local 814. These people have families to feed, and want to work. Sotheby’s will not allow them to work, choosing to let less experienced workers to do the job, for less money, no benefits, and no future. It would be a Christmas miracle if the millionaire fat cats at Sotheby’s did the right thing and brought their own employees, which these fine outstanding Americans are, back in from the cold.
There is other news. The temporary fix to the economy we get when the house and Senate decide to come down from it’s ivory towers to make sure we have enough money to survive is simply annoying, and gets old quickly. It is background noise at this point. Americans deserve a better and less temporary economic fix than the congress thinks we deserve. This fix is 2 months long, meaning we get more crap like this round about groundhog day.
We want these lazy bastards to fix things, not just be partisan idiots at each other.
It would be nice if we could just get rid of the entire system, the whole damn thing, constitution and all, re-write the documents ourselves, re-write the laws, create a fresh government from scratch. We could, ya know. Not a shot would have to be fired. There is a provision in the constitution that allows a complete re-write, should we find the need to do that.
It’s called article V of the constitution. Read it closely.
“There are some upon this earth of yours,” returned the Spirit, “who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.”
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Pic of the day: Boro-no-kai, by Katsushika Hokusai
That’s it from here, America. G’night.