Manic Monday
We’re all over the map today, as it’s always hard to get back into the swing of things right after a holiday.
Even the beaches looked hungover. Thanks for helping with the clean up, Syd.
James shares his efforts to get back on track through diet and exercise:
Keeping track of all my calories makes me aware of exactly what I am putting in my mouth and it keeps me from eating emotionally. I read the other day that my mindset about eating should not be that of entertainment but rather to think of eating as using food as fuel.
It can be the dance of a cardinal, bright red against the foliage, or a glimpse of the moon nearing fullness. The smell of onions simmering. A phrase of music. The feel of the yarn in my hands as it slips across the hook. The juice of a fresh peach that I lick from my fingers. And then, I remember, she’s gone.
BrwnDrby ponders a loss of a less personal sort:
I, for one, will NEVER be able to forget HOW he passed and that bothers me–because this stuff doesn’t usually get to me. One of the VERY FEW heroes I allowed myself to have proved to be shockingly human…and I am left speechless. Down right dumbfounded.
A Monday morality muse comes from Patrick:
You see someone park in a handicapped parking space, pull a handicapped parking permit from their glove compartment and hang it on the rear-view mirror, and then walk — without any difficulty — inside a store. If you see that the person is alone and therefore doesn’t need the handicapped space, and you then see that someone who is legitimately handicapped is forced to park several spaces away, how likely are you to report the first motorist to a passing police officer? Why or why not?
Speaking of muses, the Diva’s has awakened.
If you’re looking for a year that the Confederate flag is not making news in South Carolina, don’t hold your breath.
Old Controller reports in from the Tea Party in Columbia:
I realize the organizers wanted to plus up the numbers participating, as it’s a fledgling movement and the more bodies we can get out there, the better. But the Tea Party movement, in my opinion, needs to separate itself a bit more from the fringe element. Yesterday, not only did the fringe element have a place at the gathering (tents, tables, handing out brochures, getting signatures on petitions) it was given a place at the podium.
Lastly, Jeff Tompkins notes and comments on Sarah Palin’s resignation:
Then she quit.
Palin accused people of attacking her son Trig, who has Down Syndrome. The governor’s staffers worked throughout the weekend to find evidence backing up this claim but ended their search Sunday afternoon, telling reporters, “It would be easier to find evidence of Bigfoot. We’re outta here.”
Heather Solos can usually be found at Home Ec 101, but sometimes she sticks close to home in the Corner.
