I bury my head, I bow my head. Do you want some parsley?
I must confess that when it comes to this oil spill, I have not been doing a good job of keeping up on all of the news. I have not visited the underwater camera video showing the oil and gas gushing out. I have not listened in on the hearings that BP and Haliburton have already engaged in. I've seen and read little stories here and there kind of by happenstance. The tale of the rig worker who has had nightmares every night since it happened. The tale of the Native American tribe who persevered through Jeffersonian expansion and the Indian Wars only to find themselves and their lives finally defeated by oil. I've seen a shot or 2 of dead porpoises lining the beach. All of this I have seen and heard without really making an effort to do so, but I have not sat down to watch or read the news. There are some things that I just can't wrap my head around. 9/11 would have been one of those things except that I felt obligated to listen to the survivors and the families who were looking for their loved ones. I suppose I should feel obligated here too, but my disgust with our society, with big corporations, wins the battle. And maybe that's the difference. Things like 9/11 are the result of maliciousness. This oil spill is the result of stupidity and ineptitude and so many other things that i disdain in people who feel like the world owes them. That, juxtaposed with the workers and the wildlife and all of the people who are going to be ruined by this, is just more than I can take. Maybe that is the chicken way out. I'm sure it is. But I just need to try to absorb how our society can be so effed up before I even try to take an intellectual approach to the problem. So there's that.
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On CBS Sunday Morning today, they focused on design, and Charles Osgood was at William Randolph Hearst's "castle." Well, really castle shouldn't be in quotes. It IS a castle. I've only ever really been to one "castle" and that's Stan Hywet. It's beautiful, inside and out. But I feel most assured that were I ever to get rich, I would not buy or build a house like that. Who needs that? One of the stories was about this place in Las Vegas called Heart Land, as this family, the Hearts, bought this 8-bedroom castle. The one son spends every waking hour using a glue gun to adhere sequins and pearls to, well, everything. He adhered millions of tiny little mirror squares to his piano, in fact.
I see stories like this and think, "Would I do crazy crap like that if I had enough money to do so?" I really don't think I would. Not that I'm worried about coming to this point anytime soon, but I feel like I would buy a little cottage type house with room to create my own gardens. I would splurge on getting a kitchen customized for me so that I could actually reach everything. That would probably the craziest thing I would do. I would want to buy homes for people who, like me, had always wanted a home but couldn't see a way to get it. I would want to give my money to causes that I believe in that would continue to give back for generations. I really can't see myself paying for a staff who would be responsible for the upkeep of 20 bedrooms and 17 bathrooms. Even if i became a crazy spinster cat lady, I wouldn't need that much space. Who really does?
What would you do if you randomly became a millionaire or a multi-millionaire?
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Speaking of gardening, the parsley that I planted in my little plot at my mom and dad's house last year sprouted into a veritable shrub this year. I have made a crapload of cuttings, which are now drying. Does anyone want any parsley? I could give you some fresh or dried, but there is plenty more to go around. It's quite good, I'll tell you that.
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This might be one of the more random assortments of topics I have been pensive about at one time. I am rather pleased I found a way to link them, kind of :D
Forgot to mention..I had a dream last night that a gal pal of mine was having a baby. She is not currently pregnant, at least so far as I know, but I have to say, I had similar dreams about my aunt before finding out she was pregnant. Twice. :)
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On CBS Sunday Morning today, they focused on design, and Charles Osgood was at William Randolph Hearst's "castle." Well, really castle shouldn't be in quotes. It IS a castle. I've only ever really been to one "castle" and that's Stan Hywet. It's beautiful, inside and out. But I feel most assured that were I ever to get rich, I would not buy or build a house like that. Who needs that? One of the stories was about this place in Las Vegas called Heart Land, as this family, the Hearts, bought this 8-bedroom castle. The one son spends every waking hour using a glue gun to adhere sequins and pearls to, well, everything. He adhered millions of tiny little mirror squares to his piano, in fact.
I see stories like this and think, "Would I do crazy crap like that if I had enough money to do so?" I really don't think I would. Not that I'm worried about coming to this point anytime soon, but I feel like I would buy a little cottage type house with room to create my own gardens. I would splurge on getting a kitchen customized for me so that I could actually reach everything. That would probably the craziest thing I would do. I would want to buy homes for people who, like me, had always wanted a home but couldn't see a way to get it. I would want to give my money to causes that I believe in that would continue to give back for generations. I really can't see myself paying for a staff who would be responsible for the upkeep of 20 bedrooms and 17 bathrooms. Even if i became a crazy spinster cat lady, I wouldn't need that much space. Who really does?
What would you do if you randomly became a millionaire or a multi-millionaire?
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Speaking of gardening, the parsley that I planted in my little plot at my mom and dad's house last year sprouted into a veritable shrub this year. I have made a crapload of cuttings, which are now drying. Does anyone want any parsley? I could give you some fresh or dried, but there is plenty more to go around. It's quite good, I'll tell you that.
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This might be one of the more random assortments of topics I have been pensive about at one time. I am rather pleased I found a way to link them, kind of :D
Forgot to mention..I had a dream last night that a gal pal of mine was having a baby. She is not currently pregnant, at least so far as I know, but I have to say, I had similar dreams about my aunt before finding out she was pregnant. Twice. :)