I’m normally a man of routine. I hate change. I typically like things just the way they are and I avoid rocking the boat at all costs.
But I have to say that I’m quite ready for a change….in weather. This humidity is just ridiculous. I don’t understand the (few) people who love this stuff (“best of summer”, my ass). There’s nothing to love. It’s like having a pet turtle. There’s no love there – it probably has no clue who you are. It doesn’t care about you.
And speaking of people (and things) not caring…what’s up with G.W. Bush signing an extension of the 1965 Voting Rights Act? Why does it need to be extended by 25 years? Shouldn’t voting rights be an automatic thing the original act should have made permanent? Perhaps I’m missing something (I’m the first to admit that I typically avoid politics) but it just seems logical that this act should give minorities the right to vote indefinitely, no? Who drafts these things?
Anyway, back to the superficial stuff that I’m good at. It’s finally the weekend and, for the first time since Europe, I really don’t have anything planned. No family visits, no Provincetown getaways. Mike and I are getting together tonight for a possible dinner/drinks then it will be DVD’s in the climate controlled environment of my home. After that – nada.
Oh, and I skipped Meditation class last night. For the past few weeks the room has been hotter than hell and it’s packed with people oozing body heat (and not in a good way). I just didn’t think I could handle that scene last night. Besides, I don’t appear to be getting anything out of it. My mind races constantly and I seem incapable of relaxation.
Great – I can see it now: heart attack by 37.
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