Thoughts and other absurdities!

Have you ever wondered if the people writing the political ads really think we are that stupid? It is my considered opinion that none of them really care what I think or believe because if they did, the ads would ask for and provide a way for me to comment! And most Americans have already made up their minds!

Some have known for eight years which way they will cast their vote. It is amazing how stupid some people can be.

The evil politician looks us right in the face and says, “Our party cares about you. We guarantee that we will fix everything!”

To hear them, one would think we are on our way to utopia!

It appears that their need for money to pay for huge, expensive ads on TV is inexhaustible!

Those of us subsisting on Social Insecurity are concerned with the direction that this country is heading, but we do not have a lot of moola left over after our luxuries, such as food, clothing, a roof over our heads, and a stale crust of bread.

We know that if a certain Orange One gets his tiny hands on our pittance, he will snatch it away without a single thought of what it will do to us. And when we are told to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, we will answer, “Sorry, those straps are still there. The problem is that we can no longer reach down to pull them up!”

It is hilarious that the party that shouted, “Biden is too old!” is now the party led by the Orange One, who is as old as Old BIDEN was when they derided him for his age.

This whole thing reminds me of what a friend once said: “I am not as good as I once was, but I was as good once as I ever was!”

All you young whipper snappers, keep in mind your time is coming!

We didn’t think ours was coming, but it did!

Enough of that!

Have you noticed that the price of some things is going down a little? The greedy corporate mogels have realized that if they keep going up, up, and up, soon there will not be anyone to pay their sky-high prices. Now, please don’t get excited; they are not dropping to yesteryear’s prices! Keep in mind that it is relative! When the prices were low, so were the wages!

Here is another thought! Why is it so hard to open all of the packaging of products you desperately need to access and packages of pasta are easy peasy?

Well, that is all of my helpful hints for today, but stay tuned because there are a million more waiting in the wings.  If you have any helpful suggestions, I am all ears! That is about the only things that is still working!

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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