If it's really Vol IV or something maybe I'll change it later. Anyhow this is just a sample of the sort of madness I have to deal with politically all the time with the far right. Although yesterday it kind of reached new heights. I did not watch last night's Republican debate but heard that the dialog there was just about as nutty. There is still stuff I'm leaving out in this pasting that I'll cover later in my personal file. Anyhow I hope you all found us OK.
Ok this is Friday morning December 16, 2011 and since I will probably be pasting this paragraph to [Al Owens] I guess I’ll leave out certain things like that porn site I visited last night. (Just kidding) Anyhow yesterday afternoon I was cold much of the day so I wore my red jacket. It never warmed up much at all. While we were down there they had a thunder storm and the rain was pouring down and the lights dimmed a couple of times. [Pete] was almost fifteen minutes late. I was out there right at 3:30 but Judy ran into phone delays in ordering parts for my new computer so that is quite understandable. It was kind of an Orwellian experience talking with Judy about politics because issue after issue I brought up things I thought we could agree on and every time Judy threw me a curve ball. I mentioned Michelle Bachman wanting to insure the safety of Social Security, and Judy says we don’t need that anyhow because we should save our own money. I mentioned the stock market crash of 2008 and she said “Well, it’s still better than letting the government do it”. Judy almost qualifies as a Chinese embassy spokesman and is very at odds with my own “Economic Nationalism”. She says it’s “unreasonable” not to expect people to export jobs out of
So before we even got to Mom’s I was kind of in a state of political disorientation as to just what the hell “drove” drives Judy and [Pete]. The dinner at the Regency was nothing like I envisioned. It was not candle light, there was no entertainment per se (there were briefly carolers) and we didn’t even eat in the dining room but out in the lobby which was packed with noisy people milling around. Pete wanted me to sit at the “head of the table”, which I didn’t want to do, especially after I sat down at this make shift table. There was metal stuff so I couldn’t even put my legs under the table. We had wooden fold out chairs. The service was rather poor. I had to wait forever for even my first cup of coffee, which was rather cold and filled only three-fifths full when I got it. I did get a later refill maybe forty minutes later. The salad was good with balsamic viniger dressings and herbs. The bread was really good and everybody loved it with a heavy crust, which must have been tough for old people to chew. We had an adequate supply of that- and butter- - - once we hounded the staff enough for it. It was hard to hear others at the end of the table. Mom doesn’t talk as loud as she used to and there was a din of people in there. She was across from that 93 year old lady. Mom was the only person who had champaign. That was about the only thing they came around a lot asking about refills. The salmon some had I tried - - but to me it looked and tasted like tuna and not salmon, and I think I know the difference. I don’t think anyone had the chicken floentine with the spinach or whatever. I had the roast beef and it was good. It was tender and pink and almost like prime rib, and had horseradish sauce cut with sour cream. We also had broccoli, wedge cut potatoes, and other vegetables. I wasn’t really filled up. So for desert I got some heavy cream white cake and iced carrot cake, and some chocolate cake I thought was a brownie but not really. Mom had extra chocolate icing so that worked out well putting that on my cake. It was almost six when we left- - and in my mind that was too slow service. We were there almost ninety minutes. We used the east elevator I’d never used before. We went to that old lady’s room to see her cat, which we never saw because it was hiding. The whole place had a musty “cat” smell. She showed us a photo of another cat who died. She wanted us to stay longer but Mom didn’t want to so we made our way back to her place caty-corner across the hall. I forgot to get stamps I needed, and she said I’d gotten a 2012 calendar the last time I was there, but I don’t know where I stashed it. We talked about my smoking and COPD and good “positive” reasons to quit other than avoidance of illness. I actually have been smoking considerably less lately put pointing this out would have seemed argumentative. Pete said very little about himself. Mom didn’t have much of an opinion at all about the debate. Mom gave me
I wanted to take the out door “scenic rout” like we usually do. It was told out and I estimated 45 deg when asked, but there was no wind and no rain. The road home was smooth and for once we got off at a different spot and drove near the
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