Elise Sereni Patkotak

Each time I watch McCain explain how he represents change in Washington, I get the mental image of a pretzel in my mind.  Is he really so old and senile that he doesn’t remember that he represents the party in charge?

I see a paper cap and the words, “Would you like fries with that?” in my future.  Or maybe no paper cap and the words, “Welcome to WalMart. Would you like a cart?” Yeah. That’s a better way to go. No greasy smell to ruin by Value Village used clothes.

So this is the American dream writ large.  My little savings is threatened while the White House bails out people who make more in a year than I’ve made in a lifetime. Who would have ever thought…..?

Went walking with the dogs along the same path as the one we took the day the bees attacked. As we got closer to the driveway that had harbored the bees, both Blue and Blondie moved to the opposite side of the road. Blue in particular decided that she wanted to walk right next to my leg. In fact, if I’d have let her, she would have preferred to crawl up my leg and hide until we passed the driveway. When she realized that wasn’t going to happen, she went over and got next to Blondie, placing Blondie between her

Boy, I guess I must have taken a longer nap than I thought because when I woke up, I found that Palin had abdicated being governor of Alaska and somehow the McCain campaign had been elected in her place.  I don’t want to put too fine a point on this but, as an Alaskan, I must ask. What the hell is going on? Why are McCain’s people answering questions, holding press conferences and getting their noses and other body parts in the middle of Alaska issues. Hell, McCain came in a distant third in the Republican presidential primary here. So

My dogs and I were attacked by a swarm of bees this week. How was your week?

Those of my faithful readers who have some strange desire to learn about the more insane workings of my mind as I write should head over to http://49writers.blogspot.com and check out an interview I did there with Andromeda Romano-Lax.  Fair warning…it may destroy all illusions you have about the way a writer’s mind forms thoughts and opinions.  Alas, you will find that with the exception of gods like Charles Dickens, most of us are all too mortal and pedantic in our creative process.

The last of my summer visitors have left. I have accepted I will have no raspberries from my bushes this year. It has now been raining for about four months. I look forward to the snow. But mostly, I look forward to the end of our long national nightmare called the Current Occupants in Washington DC.

I know it’s autumn when my house starts looking like a blood bath has occurred every day. Yep. It’s pomegranate season and each day my birds dive head first into the fruit’s red seeds and don’t come up for air until they have shaken all the juice in sheer joy all over my walls and floors. Ah the joys of being a bird mom.