It was overcast and looked like a storm was brewing, but it seems to have passed us by. Too bad. We could use the rain. I could use the down time the rain brings. We had a little rain yesterday. Flowers after the rain, they look content after their shower.
I think I will borrow a phrase I read on Ganeida's blog in answer to her seven questions. She called herself an extroverted introvert. I am also an extroverted introvert. I could easily become a recluse, but the image that congers up is enough to push me out into the world.
I have a cat sprawled on my desk playing with my fingers as I type. This makes typing difficult and occasionally painful. She is a good old cat, so I let her do what she wants. Perhaps because it is very difficult to make a cat do otherwise. I find I like cats more than I used to. I must be mellowing. Do you think we are like a fine wine or stellar cheese; that we become better as we age? Our casing certainly loses its glow, but the insides do mellow with time. I think so anyway.
There are I times I think I have a commonality with these roses. They are antique, they need little care and they bloom once and are then done with it.
Wall Street is back at it. Trading derivatives and handing out huge bonuses. Business as usual. I think we are a house of cards.
I wonder when I hear the argument against a national healthcare system, the one about affording it. I wonder why no one says the obvious; we are already paying. A lot. $1200 a month here in this household. 40% comes right off the top for profit. Bill McQuire walked out of United Health a couple of years ago with a parting gift of over a billion dollars. We would rather have the HMO get between us and our doctor, rather have care denied for the purpose of profit. There is something fundamentally wrong with one's life being weighed against profit.
The storm has passed us over, the sun is out and it will be another hot day ahead. Time to take myself out into the humid air so I can work and wilt. I think I am grateful for air conditioning.