I voted today. Via Absentee Ballot which, aw shucks, just found out I could have mailed in. Silly me drove to the County Clerk office and dropped it off.
And to think I was just at the Post Office the other day which is like a block away from the County Clerk office. Man oh man do I make it hard on myself. I could have turned it in at the Post Office and watched them walk it down the street.
Why doesn't the government just mail me my ballot? The census made it. My tax return made it. My stuff from EBAY has not yet made it but I didn't vote for that, I bid for it. How come the government doesn't mail a ballot to every one of voting age? What a great 18th birthday present!
You're simply registered to vote when you turn 18 and then again when you are released from prison. Or, like when you sign up for selective service, because it's a law, you could get a card that would serve as both draft and voter card, each side could have it's own little emblem. Fun. 2 birds, 1 card.
I bet that would save America a lot of money.
A package marked ‘earrings” is all it took to create a little excitement in our house. Aside from our name and street address the only other writing in English on the package referred to the North Gate of Shenzhen. My wife ordered jewelry? That was the first oddity as that is not her modus operandi. Did I order jewelry for her? This was also a possibility and took a moment of reflection to confirm that, in fact, I did not. But now I should because someone has sent her jewelry and it wasn’t me so I need to step up my game.
Rather than a package of earrings it turned out to be a pack of seeds. We discussed and debated for a brief period and decided to return the package to the USPS, them telling us they would return It to the Atlanta hub. We talked about it with friends as an oddity in these days of odd goings on. One of them forwarding this article written by Inyoung Choi with Yahoo’s Business Insider https://www.yahoo.com/news/people-us-receiving-packages-jewelry-200629082.html
Returning home from returning the package to the USPS I reviewed our Amazon orders. In early spring we were all about ordering veggie seeds for a garden to feed ourselves with the onset of the apocalypse and flowers and plants for our landscape, to have something pretty to look at during the apocalypse. Most arrived in well-marked packages though a bit behind scheduled delivery dates. Some of ourAmazon packages have shown up though still being tracked as arriving late or missing on the app. Anyhoo. The only seeds we had not received were the Civilys Seeds, a colorful fescue of ornamental grass.
I am waiting for Inyoung to confirm if any of the other folks reporting strange Chineses seeds arriving at their home happened to order these or anything from this seller. The simple answer would be appreciated though a 1 household at a time agriculture war fits the purview of The Chinese long game.
We have an opportunity to plant the seeds of fear or an obligation to root out the truth and foster its growth. Either way, I’m on the hook for something shiny for my wife. Truth.
The #CoalPresident has found a website he thinks is really great. As part of the “Find Something New’ campaign the administration has created a hub for folks to pivot careers. I am a novice at remember political things but...I believe Donald J, just culturally appropriated an idea from the previous administration. The 8 years prior to this previous presidential treachery was urging Americans to create a new path for themselves and there have been numerous stories of coal towns not taking advantage of government programs.
Now, in this culture, this prez deems it appropriate to ask people to pivot and his website’s first picture is of a guy standing in a solar panel field. What will it take for everyone in the known world to agree this administration has it’s head so far up it’s ass their Goya bean gas can’t get out.
In the meantime I will be utilizing the tools on Find Something New and so should you.
I've found myself in a BMX-vintage-bicycle-parts-components-for-sale-how-to-wheelie-restore-trick out-old-school-search-result hole. And I love it.
Whatever cool, fun thing you did as a kid - make some time to research, review and revisit that experience. Watch videos of folks using, making, restoring, remembering the activity or item you dug so much. Whatever your woobie was or your hobby or your want-to-be-when-I-grow-up was, give it some attention.
As the weather breaks I will begin to find my balance on the crossbar, pegs and mag wheels. Helmet to help me keep my mind intact as I bunny hop back into an unbreakable spirit knowing I have health insurance to fall back on. Gratitude in action.
Just read this article from Slate about the new Amazon show ‘Upload.’ I skimmed it really. My mind wandered, what would it be like to sit on the bench of NBA2K or just hang out in HALO (is that still a thing?) and watch swaths of gamers shoot all day for the rest of my afterlife.
Wait, just riding the bench the whole time, for eternity? Not the best way to spend my deathly conscious effort. But, maybe I would move from game to game or pop a squat in the new virtual sports arena being bandied about by the Ballmer. Spend some time in the cheap seats, meandering courtside every now and again.
Between games I could work on my free-throws, chill with Spike Lee and Jack Nicholson - because they would definitely upload their consciousness to the web. Even better if it's a boring game I would borrow one of the players' lambos and cruise the city.
Life, at the moment, is something to get into if only virtually to get out of myself. Make it a beautiful day.
I hit the Kroger yesterday. Masked up. Rode my bicycle. Brought my bag that transforms from sack to backpack. No car keys needed. A trend I would like to continue this Spring and Summer. The grocery gathering would become smaller and more often.
The Fresh Fare folks are awesome. Very helpful. Good eye contact. Have you noticed that yet. Are you looking people in the eye when you speak and listen to them? All eyes on you. Back to the helpfulness of the Fresh Fare elite managing the goofball grocery gatherers like me. Without my car keys I was without my Kroger card, without my Kroger card I could not use my coupons, without my coupons I am nothing.
The self checkout savior got to button punching, having asked if I had my Plus card. My tale of forgetfulness was one more from the multitudes for her that day. Her override knocked the $’s off my spring-mix and for that I am grateful. Sacked and strolling and still clueless, it did not hit me when I pulled my phone out to pay. Not when I bagged my food loot into my transformed backpack. But when I walked out the automatic door, being sure to properly space myself from the gal entering, did I realize I have my Kroger Plus card in my “wallet.” By wallet I mean my phone.
The apps I am apt to miss in my keychain, those that I’ve placed there to make my life easier, have sometimes eluded me. One way or the other I always have my keychain. Remembering that would be a plus. We can do more with less. Make it a beautiful day.
Hey everybody! Hope you are well. I have been on a kick of coming up with ways to help curb bad habits and create new ones if we are willing to move forward with a new normal.
I miss sports. I miss my wife wondering why I am watching "sportsing" while she has reruns of the Kardashians to escape to. She refers to their show as 'her football.' Meaning I am welcome to stay in the room and watch but it is unlikely I will enjoy myself and will also bother her with questions about the people involved in the action on the screen. From first-downs to put-downs we do not let each other down by watching our 'sporsting' together.
Anyway. I ideated a couple of PSA campaigns that I would like to see come to fruition. Elbows are for Coughing and Facemasks Protect You from Me. Because. Well. They do. And those that use them best may be able to help us, help ourselves.
Be blessed today.
We don’t need you telling us to do something, we've always done a certain way, differently. We don’t want anything new to do. We want to keep doing it the way we’ve been doing it. We want to keep doing it the same way, preferably from the same place. We cannot possibly do it any other way then the way we were doing it especially when we are in a different place. An uncomfortable space. An all too familiar place. No. Nothing new. Thank you!
The easier way to do something is not the way I have been doing it simply because it is the way that it has always been done. The easier way to do something is not the way it has always been done because that is the way I was shown how to do it. The easier way to do something could possibly be a different way than the way I have been doing it all this time. Possibly.
If only there was a way to figure out if another way is easier, better or just different. There is. Try. Try an alternative. Not once. But, two or three times. Carry your coffee cup in your opposite hand just to give yourself a sense that discomfort isn't so bad. My discomfort in trying something new, or doing something differently is usually just the signature of growth, the soil parting for the sun to shine on that reaching root.
Plant the seed. Break new ground. Create the discomfort of opportunity and growth because the worst that could happen - you are shown the old way was best. But now, where will it lead next?
Sun. Snow. Sleet. Sun.
Michigan today. The weather's escapades have offered a way to gamble, what with the casinos closed, placing bets on what will happen day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute.
Place your bets on what the day brings. Whether it is sun, snow, sleet or all three, know that you've won.
Comedy Store trained, World-travelled, Cul-de-sac-living recovering comedian, husband and tinkerer of tools talking about time well spent!