Monday, January 21, 2013
Shortly after my Aunt Mary moved out of her house I got this glass bowl from her collection and started using it as a change dish about the time Barack Obama became president. Given his slogan, I figured I'd see if I could make it to 2012 and assess whether we saw real change or were hoping for some change to get food. Fortunately for most of us it hasn't gotten that far yet. But as you can see, with the exception of getting a few too many pennies it was almost a perfect fit for four years of change. Aunt Mary died in 2011. She wasn't a big Obama supporter.
And President Obama, since a day like today back in 2009 (scroll down to Inauguration Day at IHS) how did he do with that hopey, changey thingy?
In some ways we've certainly moved in the right direction, but there's a long way to go.
First he announced Tim Geithner as Treasury Secretary, he came to the administration from Clinton's via a stint of the Federal Reserve Chairman while the banks were collapsing. Maybe his successor, Jack Lew, who came from the administration via a similar route, will change things.
Then there was the statement he made about stopping the seas from rising that got Romney his one highlight of his unsuccessful campaign. I don't think this is what Obama was talking about.
He wanted us to think he could close Guantanamo (where we hold dozens of people without charges much less prosecuting them), stop torture, end two wars and the use of unconstitutional wiretapping. Don't know if he really thought he could or would, but some people thought he was so sincere they gave him an Nobel Peace Prize.
Bradley Manning defense fund, or maybe split it with people being arrested for attempting to block the Keystone Pipeline.
I sure think it's going to be necessary to work for change more than hope for it during the next four years.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Then at school a couple students were pestering me with those questions they think up so they won't have to learn anything they might be tested on someday. Such as, "Mr. McMahon, do you ever swear?"
Another one said, "I bet he swears at his dog sometimes." Really, I'm not making that up.
When I got home from work, I barely walked into the house, grabbed him quick so I could walk him and get to a 5:00 meeting.
Gail's been away so Bean thinks he's neglected and he certainly isn't getting as many treats as he's used to. On the walk he shit three times. Not so little shits like he usually does, more like a German Sheppard. When we got back to the house the first thing I noticed was the cupboard door open, one that doesn't have a latch (to keep him out of the garbage) but where the food container is stored at his eye level. Then I noticed the container of food wasn't in the cupboard. Then I noticed the container was across the room on the floor with the lid off. Then I noticed he wouldn't come out from under the table. Then I noticed the two pools of piss on the floor. Sorry about the crude language, I don't usually swear in these posts, especially now that a teacher has used this blog in classroom instruction, but he shit again before going to bed (unheard of), five times this morning and plenty more this afternoon.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
John Prine song (I always feel like I'm living in John Prine songs) and I came home to find the old trunks still at the curb. Perhaps they have a minimal needle (or branch) limit? The real insult came when I noticed the tree staked up with two posts halfway down the driveway in front of the window was gone.