Well, it's as hot as the weather people predicted. I felt moisture on my lip during my morning walk and that had never happened before. So it was a day of light work. I edited Chapter Eight of Bob Rubenstein's The White Bridge, and I'll do Chapter Nine in a while. Jack Ruby, nicknamed Sparky as a teen, is part of the novel. Bob believes Ruby is/was a relative of his.
I usually wait until a rainy day to visit the recycling room at Stop n Shop. Given the heat, I figured it wouldn't be too crowded. Sure enough, I was alone in there, except for a roach crawling on the machine I was using. Then I went to the customer service center. I'd lost my discount card, which accumulates points toward a gasoline discount at Shell, which Wanda, a cashier, pointed out to me. I thought all it would take was typing my phone number into the computer and I'd have a new card issued immediately. Not! I needed a receipt. I wasn't too thrilled about having to walk home and back, but every dollar counts these days and, since the floating bookshop is closed until the end of the heat wave, there was no better time to get it done. I first had to move the car for tomorrow's alternate side regulation. What fun it was to sit inside it!
On to politics - the President has raised 86 million dollars for his 2012 campaign war chest, which shows there is a lot of insanity in this country. When I heard this, a perfect solution for the debt crisis occurred to me. Since he is so adept at attracting cash, why doesn't he run a telethon to fund his Socialist agenda? I can picture him taking a cue from Jerry Lewis, gazing into the camera, a tear falling from his eye, as he pleads for funds. The TV crew could follow him to a basketball court or a golf course, and viewers could place wagers on whether he would hit a jumper from the top of the key or sink a ten-foot putt. Whatever.
Isn't raising the debt ceiling akin to giving booze to an alcoholic? Unfortunately, I cannot foist all the blame on the current administration. Pseudo-Republican George Bush was a spendthrift, although Obama, of course, has made him look like a tightwad. What are the odds that the current crop of Republicans will abandon their principles, proving again we have largely one-party rule? Ugh!
On a positive note, I burned an Ultimate Sinatra CD this afternoon, 17 songs, 57 minutes. I'm testing it as I write this. Now playing, the haunting "It Was a Very Good Year." Every year is good, despite the politicians.
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