Salvation Amy

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Cool Site from the Buckminster Fuller Institute. Check out the quotes on war.

I may have a new imaginary Senatorial Boyfriend
Sorry Senator John McCain. Senator Byrd is winging his way into my heart. (Gratutious bird joke)

I was just outside, and I saw this woman walking a dachshund, dachsund, dackshund, doxund, and I would not want to be that dog because man are its legs only about an inch long and it has to take about forty steps for the owner’s one step. It looks dumb too.

When I was in law school, and broke always, I used to think that I would know I had made it when I could afford two things. The first thing, was swimming lessons for my kids. Which, I think at the time probably cost about 40 bucks that I didn’t have and that seemed like an amount of extra money straight from the moon.

Well - Charlie is taking the swimming lessons and life is pretty good. He’s a pollywog, which is the beginningest beginner, and his teacher says we don’t quite have him in the right class yet because he’s a little too good for the polliwogs (do you notice I am just experimenting with different spellings) …. but can’t swim a stroke to go the necessary 25 yards that you need for the next level, which, I think is the guppies or the octopii or the nurse sharks or something like that.

Anyway - the other thing that I thought would let me know I had made it was when I could afford to have someone come in and clean for me, because I really suck at it. And I am getting quite close, and I am gathering up all the old stuff I can find for the mother of all garage sales, so that when I can get someone in here, they won’t have to climb over piles of old shoes or accidentally step on matchbox cars, rendering their shoes little mini rollerskates and opening me up for a shock and awe lawsuit… a shock and lawsuit.

Also, I feel rich because now I can take my dry clean only clothes to the drycleaner, instead of trying to figure out how to clean them in the washing machine and ending up eventually screwing them up, or using those dryel bags, which, quite frankly, have limited utility. When I was in law school I used to worry about how I could possibly be a lawyer, because how would I afford dry cleaning. Then one day I kind of went, oh, duh. Well maybe if I had a job I could maybe afford a little money for dry cleaning, and it turns out that is true.

So, dry cleaning, swimming lessons, and on the road to a cleaning person, and I feel rich. I don’t think that we are rich, technically, but it is nice to have some breathing room.