I have a friend who takes the most incredible wildlife pictures. He has a blog where he places
pictures. If you want to see some really interesting photos of nature at it's best, take a look see.
His blog can be found at: http://davewhitewildlife.blogspot.com/. Enjoy! I know I do...
I just finished writing a letter to the editor of the Richmond Times Dispatch, responding to a column written by Garrison Keillor. He is obviously one of those "progressives" that feels that if you do not agree with the current administration, you are an idiot!
He stated that "coffee drinkers", most Americans according to him, did not run around waving their arms and yelling. They, being the astute humans that we are not, instead sit and read a reliable newspaper (is there really such a thing? - Man! Wrote that while my arms were waving all over the place! Incredible!) to find out what is going on in the world.
Well, I drink coffee, and, I drink tea occasionally, and I am really sick and tired of people like him, and the government, attempting to belittle and destroy anyone who disagrees with them, and make us all mind our manners and do what we're told.
He had the unmitigated gall to state that Sen. Brown won in MA. because someone dropped a book in a room and scared all the tea drinkers. Of course, the fact the Sen. Brown, a non-democrat/progressive, won the seat in Ma. (only the second time in 126 years that a non-democrat/progressive won it) because, as the voters said, they wanted to send a message to DC, was totally ignored.
While eating breakfast, I could not wait to write my letter. If it is, by chance, printed, I will copy it onto my blog for anyone who might be interested in reading it.
Next topic! The government has authorized that up to 200,000 Haitians would be allowed to come to this country and stay. While I sympathize with them for their terrible misfortunate, I have to ask why? So they can join the 23 million Americans out of work, and the millions who are currently homeless? What's more, the states where these unfortunate people will be housed will have to cough up the money to take care of them. Where are they supposed to get it? Most states are almost bankrupt already, and it's getting worse over here, not better. Sorry, but I just do not understand it.
Different topic. I also do not understand why I have this unquenchable thirst to read all these books on Paris, especially about the 1920s through the 1940s. I am purposely reading the most recent one about Americans in Paris as slowly as possible, knowing that as soon as I finish it, I'll want to read more. Just because every time my computer boots up and I access the internet and see my page saver... a web cam of the Eiffel Tower, doesn't have anything to do with it.
I think my problem is that I wasn't alive and in Paris during those years, meeting Joyce, Hemingway, and all the other writer's who lived there during those years. But then, had I been there then, I would not be here now writing about them and reading about them.
Tonight - movie night! "Young Victoria". Only movie currently out that looks good, as we've already seen the others we wanted to see.
Last night - opening at ArtWorks. A few more people there. Didn't see any of the past regulars. Most of the ones who stopped by the gallery area we have picked up one of Ginny's cards after oooing and awing while they perused them. If I took a poll today, most, if not all, probably tossed them away as soon as they returned home. Am I a cynic, or what? Nope. Just been there, done that. One can always hope, though, at least for a few more months before the plug is pulled.
Also, last night, made another trip to the bookstore. Picked up three classics to read should I live long enough. Ginny picked up several as well, so we're well supplied for the next ten years or so. I have made headway in reading Don Quixote, though. Only 365 pages to go out of 895. Need to read some more of that this weekend. Once I complete that, I will start a different classic. By the time I finish reading all of them I probably won't remember a thing, or even know where I am...
