Yes! I am finally on vacation – the last appetizer was shoved into the oven, the last chocolate cake morsel precisely cut and now I can forget about food for a couple of weeks and let other people (and airlines) feed me. But more of that later. For the time being, I will be enjoying a long and lazy weekend: Memorial Day and the Summer it officially heralds.
At my end, it was an excruciatingly long and busy week – one that is not over yet. The flip side of it is that work takes my mind off the seemingly constitutional crisis my country appears to be in. Absolute madness. Here is a mixed bag of things that attracted my attention, a couple of them supplied by sofagirl. Counting down the days to my vacation….If you are a mother, have a wonderful Mother’s Day!
I am writing this barely an hour since the US Congress passed a bill aimed at profoundly altering our healthcare system, all in the name of selfishness and capitalism. If this bill ever became law, people like me, with a serious or chronic disease, no matter how far in the past, would be charged considerably more for health insurance than healthy people, with no cap.
Sometimes, you just need zebras. I promise none of the animals in this week’s edition are sappy stories about real animals. The John Oliver’s segment on zebras had me in stitches and, during the past week, zebras popped into my minds when I most needed them. Goes to show my mind might be seriously warped….happy Friday!
Yes. The weekend again! One I can enjoy in full, assuming the plumber restores water to my abode. I have a long hike planned, and a peek into a Trisha Brown performance on Sunday. To satisfy both the bucolic and the city girls who reside in me. My week was punctuated by a few chuckles here and there and some mindless tv enjoyed in my pjs (having a proper excuse for not washing). I am passing it all along.
For someone who professes not to watch much tv, my Sunday nights are now cannibalized by it. Even stranger because usually I watch any show I might be interested in either on demand or via streaming, without worrying about the time and day of broadcast. But there is something appealing about Sunday nights, an evening usually spent at home dreading the Monday alarm clock.