A Citizen’s Request

Daily Prompt: The New York Times is going to feature your blog on its home page, and you’ve been asked to publish a new post — it’ll be the first thing tens of thousands of new readers see. Write it.

The United States sends Federal aid to any foreign country, battling natural or man-made issues. Not only in $$$, but troops.

This week I am in the middle of a real-time disaster that desperately needs some aid from the Feds now. Both $$$ and troops.

In case you haven’t heard – The state of California is on fire. Not just wildfires in the No. CA Sierra, or the usual Santa Anna induced fires in So. CA, but those PLUS SEVEN other raging fires. Massive evacuations are being calculated and carried out. The places in central CA that are (currently) not on fire, are being choked by smoke and ashes. There are road closures, and wasting millions of dollars worth of electricity to run air-conditioners because they dare not open a window. There isn’t any fresh air left to let in.

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Our firefighting budget is almost gone and we don’t employ enough fire-fighters to be spread out over the entire state at the same time. I would like to see the President send those F-18’s – you know, the ones on hold for Egypt, out here to help with airdrops.

And those troops that Mr. Obama promised to start bringing home? Have them stop in CA for a few days to help out the National Guard. I’m sure that compared to where they are, this will be seem like a vacation. At the very least they shouldn’t get shot at or blown up.

I would like to make an official Citizen’s Request of the Federal Government: Californian’s pay more taxes than any other state. Can we have some of it back?  One point three million would really help a lot.

Sincerely,

CA Citizen

After 25-Years of Marriage He’s Still a Mystery

Question-8-ball  Hubby and I really do communicate. Not that you would notice. After chatting with his sister on the phone for half an hour, he neglects to tell me about her plans for a reunion, or the latest earth-shattering news. He swears that yes, he told me – I just forgot.

His family must believe my mind is a constantly leaking sieve.

Like he remembers anything, Ha!  If it has to do with firearms, power tools, or nakedidity – the man can remember it. He draws a blank if there is a calendar involved. Take Valentines Day as an example. The man didn’t know that it fell on February 14th – EVERY YEAR. Or, if he did know, he rather pretend he’s a moron than get me a present. Either way, I do not get a present.

But we won’t go there today…

We have this huge calendar that hangs on the refrigerator door. Our entire life is on there – doctor appointments, birthdays, events we plan to attend, guests arrival dates, parties, 49er football games – I mean everything.  All he has to do is look at it. I cross out the days that have already passed even, so not to confuse him.  Giant Calendar

The man still does not know what week it is, let alone the day. He has a Jeff Foxworthy daily calendar on his dresser. He doesn’t tear off the past days redneck jokes, so even that calendar can’t help him. I can’t blame this on retirement because it all started years ago. Around the time we got married.

Why should he pay attention to all that? He has his very own personal day-timer – Moi. All he needs to do is ask ‘what day is it?’, ‘when are the kids coming up?’, ‘don’t you have somewhere to go today?’. Now this has spilled over to television. ‘What channel is blah-blah on?’ ‘What day/time is whatchamacallit on?’, ad-nausea.

I find it odd that he expects me to just know all this stuff for him, off the top of my head. As if this was in the vows I took at our wedding. Maybe it was.

My mind leaks like a sieve, you know.

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Beyond Bored

BabyYawning  The Daily Prompt is ‘YAWN’. What bores you?

GOLF. Watching a golf match on TV has to be the most boring thing, ever. Apologies to those who love to play/watch golf, but it had to be said. If forced to watch (I know, right? But it happens!) it is only tolerable if I am sewing, knitting or crocheting while doing so.

When I think about it, I am rarely bored. My handwork makes a lot of things tolerable for me. Like airports. Road trips. Waiting rooms. American Rifleman – hubby watches this show because he likes old guns, but he agrees that the host speaks very, let’s say non-enthusiastically.

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Hey!  Where is the ball? Where is the golfer?

Maybe golf in the deep south is a bit more exciting…

I am an intense and hyperactive person. I cannot sit still and do nothing. Doing handwork will actually help me slowdown and relax – something everyone from family members to doctors,  keep telling me to do.

I have friends who love golf. Go figure. They tell me it relaxes them and I should try it.

I just nod, smile, and continue knitting.
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