No, I don’t really have a Sloth Gene, that I know of, but that will be my excuse for not posting anything in over a month.
Dear sweet Ian, of And I Still Think So, sent an email inquiring after my health and reminding me that I hadn’t posted in a while. I am healthy, I assured him, and he is right.
Over a month! Holy Smokes!
Despite that, I still don’t have anything to say.
Well, actually I have lots to say, but I’m not saying it. Most of the things I want to say are frothing diatribes about stupidity and politics and racism and injustice and such, and it’s just so blue it would scare the horses.
And all the other stuff I want to say is so trivial and non-consequential and whining and complaining that it would scare the horses.
Like, such as, (to quote my second favorite pageant contestant) one of the trivial things I thought to complain write about is when people ‘toast’ by clinking glasses together. For me, a ‘toast’ should be a gentle touching of the glassware, particularly wine glasses, to indicate respect for the fellow drinker and their offerings of wine. Too often I see and hear a clashing and clunking together, like so many wooden and leather tankards after the fourth round of mead at a Renfest. It makes me cringe. One robust clash of glass and all that wine would be wasted. Gently. Do it gently.
And another thing…
What the hell ever happened to decent footwear? Not the fancy stuff. I’m talking a nice pair of utilitarian sneakers. I don’t want retractable wheels, blinking lights, blown out soles, megaknobbies and multicolor, or a giant product endorsement on my feet. I just want something in a solid black, with laces or velcro, that is wide enough, with my size in stock, that won’t wear a blister on my heel before I get it off the showroom floor. And that won’t cost a hundred dollars. Geeeezloueeeze.
And one more thing…
Racism is alive and well in this country, and I find it appalling. The previous eight years of fear mongering has come to fruition in the form of xenophobia and disrespect that has delusional people scrounging to find one limp excuse after another as to why they are presently unhappy politically.
That’s all.
Leslie










