Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
…but we're almost there. I've just got to unpack boxes for my office, put away some books and get off the dining room table.
Yesterday I bought a really cheesy desk for a double sawbuck. I call it a "disposable desk," and I'll toss it out as soon as I buy something more appropriate and utilitarian. Of course, I've yet to buy a chair, so I'll have to use one from the dining room, but at least I'll be able to use the desktop…I am one of those who prefers it to a laptop, though it's served me quite well.
My sister has called me no fewer than a half dozen times since she purchased her iPad. Sure, I'd like one, however, I long ago learned the difference between "wants" and "needs." I feel a bit sorry for my sister. She so wants to appear "hip," and fails so miserably at it, as well as showing any wit or understanding of what's interesting to others.
In any event, I've got work to do today and a possible new client. So, off, as they say, to the "salt mines."
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Like many I know, and to some extent the media, I keep wondering about Rick Santorum's apparent Nazi fetish: As the Washington Post's Dana Milbank points out, "Rick Santorum sees Nazis everywhere: in the Middle East, in doctor's offices and medical labs, in the Democratic Party, and now in the White House."
Santorum told a group sometime over the weekend that 2012 election is similar to the time between 1940 and 1941 when Americans didn't act against Adolf Hitler. Really?
"But wait! There's more," as Ron Popeil would say pitching the latest gadget that you can't live without.
On Bob Schieffer's "Face the Nation" this weekend he said, "Prenatal testing encourages abortion." He considers schools, "factories," and believes that global warming is a plot by "radical environmentalists" to "consolidate power."
I'm less than a year from 70 and covered politics for a major newspaper in Washington, DC for years, a lot of years. Further, I watch politics, read the papers, read history and I've never seen or heard anything like the Republican nuts who want to be President of the United States.
Folks, I encourage you, implore you to read newspapers, good ones: The New York Times (assuming you're not so foolish to believe that the reporting tilts to the Left) and The Wall Street Journal (assuming you're not so foolish to believe the reporting tilts to the Right).
Now, I know that political views for all these days and in the past are frequently driven by what's in your pocket, perhaps more so today that anytime in my lifetime. However, you have to consider what these guys are actually saying and figure out what it might mean to not only you, but everyone else. We are inexorably tied together, but threads, however fragile and what impacts one of us, generally has an impact on all.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Okay, I grouse almost continually about my wife. Now I don't know if she was drunk this morning or just pissed. "Whatever," as they say in the vernacular. She went into a screaming jag about moving and moving to a smaller place. And, given the fact that I have come to know over the past years that she is remarkably "entitled" and clearly a narcissist, it all gets personal with her: There's no calming her down.
Jeez, we went to a place half the size of the house we rented and I understand the space issue. However, the apartment is 1400 square feet. It's three bedrooms and a couple of baths and in my view, quite lovely.
I spent the morning unpacking about ten boxes for the kitchen: Everything from flatware to food, from small appliances to dishes. Ten bloody boxes, while she slept in. What does she do, starts screaming where she wants everything.
And then she screams about not having enough room for her "stuff." By that I mean her cosmetics and clothes. Hell, she has more clothes than any woman I've ever known. So many, in fact, that we used one bedroom in the house from which we moved as a "closet." Yes, she has that many clothes.
And then there's the kitchen: I couldn't believe that we had three of four jars of mustard, all the same kind.
I have a lot of "stuff," mostly books, more than a dozen boxes of 'em into storage. But really, my office had shelves for them and I have little else in terms of "voluntary" stuff.
Moving's not easy for anyone. However, this sort of behavior is so telling of a person. She's simply never really grown up; and is narcissistic in every sense of the work.
Alas, I have often written that it's a bit late in the game for a divorce…but maybe this will be a tipping point for her, and me.
I like this place…I'm a New Yorker and perhaps it's genetic. Apartments are my kind of living space.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Well, it's been a while since I've written anything. As I noted in an earlier post, we've been in the process of moving. Now I'm in the process of carrying boxes from the garage to the living area, but that doesn't matter, nor is it the point of this post.
The point is my dog. He's a rather large 11 year old Cocker Spaniel. He's also active and doesn't act old at all, despite some athritis and a small benign tumor. What he never, or very rarely does, is bark, and then only when I embrace my wife, which I don't do very often anyway.
He's a very loveable fellow and is an immediate friend of anyone who comes in the house. He also loves other dogs; as well as our two cats. Absolutely no problems at all.
All of that said, I was walking him a few minutes ago and saw a fellow walking his dog. I called over and asked, "Is he friendly?" The guy answered, "No." We were at least 20 feet apart. I was heading toward our garage and my dog looked around at actually bared his teeth and growled at the other dogs.
I couldn't believe it. I cannot recall him ever doing that.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Only a little breakage, though it disturbed my wife. She's taking this move pretty well so far. The cats and dog have adjusted well, especially the dog as I now take him for regular walks, rather than just chasing a ball in the backyard.
I must say, however, and notwithstanding my issue with discussing health, my back's in dreadful shape, made worse last night by my bed - a Select Comfort which didn't inflate on my side. Effectively, I slept on box springs. I found I hadn't fully connected the air intake. I'm still going to have to deflate and inflate…oh this is just silly.
CPAC's going on now…that's real silliness. More later.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Well, we're in the moving process. It shouldn't go too badly, though my wife's stressed and I suppose I am.
Much will have to go into storage as we're moving from a house to an apartment, to about 1500 square feet from about 3000. While we have some folks moving the heavy stuff, and we've gotten rid of quite a bit of that, or it's sold and ready to go (Craig's List is just great: sold a washer, dryer and a number of other things within a couple of days of posting); there's still books and smaller items.
It's a nice apartment, with all the amenities and I'm so happy we can get rid of a lot of "stuff," and we all know what George Carlin used to say about "stuff."
I'll have more on this later…but suffice it to say, it'll all be over by week's end and I'm looking forward to that.