Trivia: The recycling's done for this month! We have to lug it to a station with eight truck-sized bins lined up in a row, each taking their own blend of garbage. Plastics. Newspapers. Glass. Cardboard and the stuff in between. I wonder how much "improper stuff" is dumped in each bin. Whatever, the place is in constant motions, like ants. As soon as one car leaves, another takes its place.
Comments: The Republicans are having another hizzy-fit over Obama's address to the school kids. Both the sainted Reagan and Papa Bush did the same, but I guess only the righteous right has the privilege of "indoctrinating" the kids to do well in school. -- Again, I wonder when the conservatives will wake up and address the real question facing our society and offer some workable solutions instead of grandstanding.
Wanna bet the lumpin-politik will forget the corporate fascists are responsible for getting rid of the regulations that allowed the current economic mess to happen? A fifth grader should know: if it's possible to milk the system, someone will line their pockets at others' expense until someone makes them stop. Madoff, anyone? At least, no one talks about privatizing social security anymore.
Reading: Finished Patricia Brigg's Hunting Ground. A satisfying read which I did in two days. Liked the Seattle locale since I knew the environment from before the "freeway" disrupted everything. The last time we were there I hardly knew the Pike's Street market with all the spendistas hogging all the parking spaces.
Can't wait for Brigg's new Mercy Thompson book to come out in mass paperback. My kids would giggle over me being a cheapskate ... if they knew. My lack of bookshelf space is the real reason for me not reading it yet. I have two bookshelves (badly in need of pruning) to contain all my books. I won't mention the books under my bed.
The library? After a day, I can't find them under the piles of owned books scattered around the house. Fines accumulate fast around here.
Kindle? I don't wear a purse.
Writing: Do I even want to talk about my lack of progress? Actually, I am writing and accumulating copy. Just not as much as I wish. I'll be sticking out the slowness of Emma's journey into Faery and ignore the other ideas churning in my head.
I indulged in another vice beside solitaire to avoid writing last night -- watching the trailers about Christine Feehan's Dark series on YouTube. Liked her comments, quoted from Romantic Times, I think, about writing slow but steady. See? I have an excuse for doing what I'm doing.