Yes, indeed, the man has a polka. And if we can’t have some fun with this much-needed, yet painful, election year, what is the point of anything?
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ginger tea
ginger cats
ginger snaps
ginger altoids (*HINT* or maybe these)
ginger ale and, moreso, ginger beer
Ginger Rogers
I can’t think of one bad thing about ginger. It’s a cure all, a happiness maker. It makes the mouth fresh, the body warm, and the food extra yummy.
Chop fresh ginger and lemons, boil, drink lots. You may yet feel your toes again before April.
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There are plenty of things I expected to happen as I’ve aged, and several that I looked forward to.
But odd surprises keep coming up. I’ve never liked surprises, that’s consistent.
I used to be able to sleep anywhere, and it never took me very long to cross over to the land of nod. I am no longer guaranteed that certainty, and not just that, but I can’t will myself to stay up either. I figure, if you lose one end, you should be able to gain in proportion. Not so.
Silly me, I thought tweezers were for splinters for all those years. I knew random hairs happened to older women and to all men, but I guess everyone my age is just as shocked as I am, and takes some effort to get rid of the offending wanderers.
I got a piece of matzo caught in my throat last night. It was annoying, and a wee bit scary, but that stuff happens, especially with my mediocre table manners. But it still hurts today. Ouch was *so* twelve hours ago.
All this aside, I enjoy the grown-up right of being taken seriously enough to balance the rest out. I hated that more than I can say all throughout younger days.
Getting very annoyed with those that don’t take me seriously, that sure hasn’t changed. Not a bit.
Mmm, backing the candidate least likely seems to run in the family. At least this is a familiar feeling, and it’s good to learn how to process emotions by encountering them from a tender age onward.
Bless his heart, my dear presidential candidate Kucinich ( http://www.kucinich.us/ ), is sitting there with his 1% in both Iowa and New Hampshire. (Hey, in DC he got over 8%!) The great US of A won’t go for someone with his sort of outsider status, not to mention stature. Deep down I know this country isn’t ready for a divorced vegan in the Office of the King of the World, but it’s great that Kucinich is out there, making his stand, and making sure the other democrats look conservative by comparison.
My mind is telling me it’s all for the best that the strongest democrat gets the nomination, but my heart is just a little sad that the candidate who shares most of my views isn’t doing better. The mind puts up fists, saying we gotta beat Dubya, not just beat him, wipe the floor with him, get a real consensus and get this country back.
Otherwise I’m gonna take me and the Ian, a few choice others and get the hell off this continent. Maybe we’ll take Kucinich too, to run the joint right.
grr arrgh
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I’m over winter. Completely. I used to love the snow and the snuggly-ness that was required at this time of year. Now I’m cold and it’s keeping me from going outside, keeping me from getting any exercise, keeping me from what limited sanity I like to call my own. I’m tired of a lot of the details of the weather, but the easiest to specify is that I’m tired of listening to the UPS/FedEx/etc. trucks screaming their wheels outside my house when they just don’t know how to get up the little hill on my street.
I’m over it. Bring on the Spring, even the heat that is bound to follow it.
Unrelated: the radio just started playing The Replacements: Here comes a regular. “Everybody wants to be special here, they call your name out loud and clear.”
Damn right. This song isn’t about winter, but it sure feels that way.