A Few Days Off...

I have not posted in a couple of days.  Sometimes there is just nothing worth blogging about.

I did vote yesterday.  I was among the few in our area and that does not bode well for our future elections.  Honestly, though, even though there have been tons of those annoying little lawn signs all over the place, when I got up yesterday there was nothing that had happened in the past few weeks that so much as reminded me that it was election day.  I was reminded by a neighbor who had called me to see if I could take him to his barber this morning (Thanks Lion Dave) when he reminded me it was election day in our conversation.

We have many basic rights, but one of the most sacred, to me, is our ability to select those people who represent us in various public offices.  It does not always go our way, the majority rules, but it is by far the best process we have in place.  I think if the general public would get their heads out of their butts and realize the awesome power that we do have, we could change the direction that this country seems to be heading.  We can remove the idiots who are throwing the American people under the bus to further their own selfish gains if we just look at the people who are running and get more quality people into the race and remove the jerks who hold our lives hostage for their own agendas.

I had a chance to talk to my youngest son this week.  I have two very independent sons who live in distant parts of the country.  Brian is in Minneapolis and Rob and his wife, Kate, live in Fairbanks.  I had noticed that Brian was slated for a significant snowfall this week and thought I would give him a call.  We chatted for close to an hour.  He was unaware of the forecast, so I think I may have helped him get ready.  We chatted about cooking (he is an excellent chef) and guns (he is the one that inspired me to take up shooting.) and other things in our lives.  I enjoyed talking to him and really wish they would call more often, but they are normal men, they do not think to call their mother very often.  But, they do not.  I raised them to be independent... and they are!

I had a delightful dinner on Monday with my friend, Annette.  She had me over for dinner.  I brought dessert, making my fluffy key lime pie.  We talked and talked and talked.  She is a widow, too, and we talked about things that concern us both.  We even talked about the need to be better prepared for the demise of our peaceful world.  I thought I might have been the only one to think about it, but I am not.  I will be sharing with her the info about the gun course I took.  I will be seeing her Thursday at our GriefShare dinner at Anna & Roccos.  And we are going to a comedy club Saturday night.  I figure I had better be doing some things while I can still walk!

So, nothing other than just living life, but living is the key!