Saturday Sass in These titles mean nothing.

Title is only for alliterative purposes only.

I’m not a particularly sassy person. I do not aspire to sass.

I like to think of myself as lively. Full of life. A bit unpredictable. Yet dependable. If those are not contradictory aspirations.

One of the things my mother would call a young woman she did not like, was ‘bold’. A girl was ‘bold’ is she asked for things. If she was loud. If she called attention to herself. If she didn’t respect her elders.

I am now twenty years older than my mother got to be. I never saw her in her fifties or her sixties. I don’t know how she would have changed. I don’t know how I would have changed in her perceptions.

It’s ok. I never felt my loss in losing her. My main loss was guilt in not feeling the things I was supposed to feel.

I had a series of dreams. For years, I would dream of her in ways I’m not quite ready to share here. I don’t have those dreams anymore. Even talking about her will not bring them back.

But who I am, what’s inside me is dependent on her.

Weather today at 4 am (I’m running late): temp positive 25, wind 3 mph from the SW, humidity 81%.

I told you spring was coming!

I had a political conversation yesterday. I talked to someone who supports Bernie Sanders. I asked, as a Democrat? Was told he won’t run as a Democrat. I reminded the person of the 2000 election when Gore lost a very close election partially due to idealistic votes for Ralph Nader. The person I was talking to said she would vote for the Democratic candidate if the election seemed close, but she was going to work for Sanders.

I told her my Truman story. In 1952 when I was six years old, I was going to vote for Truman. I’m still six years old and I’m still voting for Truman.

The Buick is back, It cost $300 to fix it. I haven’t seen the work order. Replacement of engine cover, engine front? Something like that. It runs nice and feels like home.

I’m still listening to the Ho Chi Mihn trail book. Not sure if I have more to say about it or not. The guy is not as good a writer as EM Forster. But EM might not have been as adventurous. Not sure.

Have a good weekend everybody.

Note: Took the tildes (~~~) out and the box went away. I’d been using three of them to divide sections of my entries.

Ah, the power of computer code in the hands of the helpless.

Last updated March 07, 2015