No matter how hard I try, I can’t come to peace with the idea that a woman should be able to walk in a bikini in high heels while weighing less than she did when she was 8 years old in order to become Miss America. And if I hear from one more Pageant official about how this is a scholarship competition I will scream. Unless they are sitting at a desk taking a test, this is NOT a scholarship competition. And if you want to know how much money actually goes for scholarships, check out John Oliver’s investigation of
Sometimes
Sometimes at night I’ll crawl into bed and my two dogs will instantly jump in and take their places on either side of me. From downstairs I’ll hear the muffled sounds of ruffled feathers and some soft cooing (snoring?) from my birds. And I’ll lay in that bed and think to myself how lucky I am and how perfectly content. I am surrounded by love. I have enough money to support my family. And the Big Bang Theory’s new season will be back in just a week or so. How can I not be happy?
There is nothing quite like…
There is nothing like walking into a room and finding one dog trying to re-eat his vomit while you other dog sits there patiently waiting his turn for any leftovers.
What has happened to my life?
I so want to like her?
I would really like to be able to see a woman sworn in as president before I die. There aren’t many years left for me to realize that dream and so I want to like Hillary Clinton and be able to forcefully support her. So why can’t I like her? Why can’t I get past thinking she’s a machine with a dream and that dream will take precedence over all else? I can even get behind seeing Bill back at the White House. If there was ever a man meant to be the First Gentleman and stand around and look
Is it wrong that I talk to my dogs
I realize I’ve gotten into the habit of sitting in bed and talking to them about their day and my day and what we’ll be doing tomorrow. They are very good listeners so long as I keep rubbing their bellies while I talk. OK, they may occasionally start snoring in the middle of the discussion about what to thaw for dinner the next day but mostly they are attentive and respectful. And seriously, what more can you want in a listener?
My life is full
Stephen Colbert is back and Jon Stewart is co-executive producer of his show. Life is good again. And to top it off. the Nightly Show with Larry Wilmore just keeps getting better.
Let the winter darkness descend. My schedule is set.
National Suicide Prevention Day
Families who care for members with chronic illnesses often find themselves overwhelmed with the responsibility of making life comfortable and bearable for their sick relative. But when that illness is a mental illness, the difficulty increases exponentially until it flies off the top of the charts. The simple truth is that we are no better at dealing with the effects of mental illness on the family and society than we were 100 years ago except for new drug therapies. Of course, those drug therapies require the cooperation of the ill individual and, as anyone knows who cares for someone with
A perfect end to a good day
Edited the newsletter, cleaned the bird cages, medicated the sick bird, paid bills, cooked a pot of soup, got very, very relaxed and watched a marathon of Last Man Standing.
Life is good.
Happy Labor Day
This is what old Italian ladies used to do back in Philly during that golden age when they didn’t have to be a size 3 until they died and wearing black was always appropriate because you always knew of someone who died.
They are sitting in front of the original grocery store in the Zeccardi family. The name carries on today although today’s Joe Zeccardi is either a banker or philosopher depending on which generation you’re addressing. So I guess this proves that the American immigrant dream of hard work and striving to make tomorrow better than today can be