Spring

There’s a lot happening in DC this week, but I’ve been unable to write about it because I think I totally fried my key board. I was eating one of those sprinkled donuts, and a big chunk of sprinkles fell into my keyboard and got stuck under my spacebar, and when I pried off the little plastic cover, I think I damaged the electronic part, and it didn’t help when I used my paperweight to try and pound the plastic piece back in place. I borrowed my partner’s notebook because I felt a bit guilty about not posting anything this week. My partner’s notebook is tiny, it’s smaller than my head, and I should try to use just one hand to type, because I keep missing the letters. The screen is so small that I am squinting to see what I’ve written, but at least I have spaces and my thoughts are not running all together like they do in my head.

In Washington, everything is in bloom, and there is a feeling of hope in the air. The polls for the midterm elections look promising, and the administration is dumping the dead weight. Karl Rove has been sent to the minor leagues, and there are rumors of pending indictments. You can’t quite count the Administration or the Republicans out, it’s still early, but there is hope that we can get these guys out of office before they start another war. November is critical, the sooner we can restore some sort of balance of power, before one of them pushes the nuke button.

Spring is wonderful, but my guy Victor hasn’t shown up to cut the lawn. The grass is really tall, and the neighbors are starting to give me looks. Maybe Victor’s visa expired, and he got put on a bus back to Guatemala. I’m supposed to find some neighborhood kid to cut my lawn? These kids all have trust funds that make my 401k look like a piggy bank, and besides, they all go to Europe for the summer. Are these insane Republicans really going to deport all these guys? Who do they think will take these jobs? In Washington, the minimum wage wouldn’t pay the electric bill. I’m telling you, I work in the food service business, and I’ve never even offered a new hire minimum wage, because you get what you pay for, and if you pay someone sub-poverty wages, you’re going to get sub-standard work. Hmmn…..maybe I should give Victor a raise?

If he’s not on the bus back to Guatemala, I will. Hey a guy who shows up to cut your lawn is worth it.

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