The Anecdotal Life Part.3

Aaargh. That's toothspeak. However, now we know which tooth it is. Had to be the biggest and farthest in the back and they can't get to it til May 11th. Hmmm...
Anne Arundel County struck out by recently winning the worst air in the state award. We figure it's because we house the state legislature which has pretty well blown it this year with ineffectiveness and skullduggery toward its constituents. Nothing will be done toward stopping Baltimore Gas and Electric from making an increase of 72%. They promised to deliver the agony slowly, but the end result to all that is , you still owe every bit. Or in other words, you get to wait til it piles up on you like the bad air.
We used to refer to the legislature as "clueless in Annapolis", but with a few notable exceptions, they know exactly what they are doing. The third strike occurred when they "fixed the teacher's pension". Back in the 70's we had a wonderful pension. Somewhere in the 80's I think , they promised to "fix" it with a new one, which put the fifth richest state in the union second to bottom for the worst pension in United States. Then in the 90's they promised to fix that and conned everyone with another substandard solution. This year they promised to fix that and but left out all teachers hired before 1998. What really blows my mind is why no one is protesting? Why aren't the senior teachers walking out? Obvious answer is, they are trapped. Some nasty people walk the halls of our our Capitol building.
The city of Annapolis got something right at least. They are going to offer free wireless internet. Now that's the way to bring people in. They were talking about it in the Silver Spring dentist's office.
In spite of all my beefs and griefs, we are having the loveliest April. Volvo racing boats were flying by, boat show is on and from my eyrie I have seen some of the most unusual boats. One went by that looked just like the boat in an old children's story called "Little Toot" ; only it was red and white. Better days to us all.
Copyright: April 30, 2006

The Anecdotal Life Part.2

Couldn't believe the timing or the gist of an article in the Annapolis Capital newspaper the day after I grumbled about people and their attitude's toward aging. Case in point, "Burial clubs fading as members die" Oh really... Who writes that sort of thing? Enough of that. It's too spooky.
Sunday was a day unto itself. I began to get a toothache around 3:00 p.m. The pain ratcheted upwards to a def con level 5 by 4:00 p.m. I stumbled to the meds cabinet, grabbed two cipro I'd saved for an anthrax attack, gulped one down with a pain killer and then made what I consider to be an innocent and logical mistake. I swished my mouth with very warm salt water. Good thing I have no one living over me... Yes, you can levitate to the ceiling with the proper motivation. By midnite the pills had taken some of the edge off, though the tooth( or eight of them) was still available for comment. Now I am driving back and forth to Prince George's to my dentist and an "endo" dentist (?) while they debate which tooth it is. I've been very loyal to this dentist since I've moved but the distance, traffic, Prince George's less than peaceful neighborhoods and schools, and now gas prices are going to make me rethink my choice.
Prince George's does a great job of beautiful trees though, especially the Bradford pears-- but have you ever smelled those things?! They are almost as stinky as the Gingkos. At least they are special sight to see when you need to get your mind off your jaw. Copyright: April 26, 2006

The Anecdotal Life Part.1

Well. I'll have to begin small here as I am buying a diminutive townhouse and crammed cupboards along with several cases of "Fibber McGee's" closet are calling me to pack them up. There's lots of ways to lose your virginity and buying a house is one of them, but that's what I said when I bought the boat too. So I'm hanging out there with a boat and soon to be house mortgage. We moved up to the house inspector level this week. Sounds young doesn't it?
Think again... Most people hit fifty and begin worrying about how and when they are gonna die, but youthful Joe Schlunk the butcher could go any minute with a slip of the knife, so why not worry about how and when you are gonna live?
I have been up 5 floors with perhaps the best view in Annapolis. I'm feeling like Rapunzel up here and I don't have the hair for it. Today I have been delivered the expected crate of anxiety and a super sense of freedom. Like the little gingerbread boy before he got nailed.
Most of what I will write will be true, but some, partly not. Sorting it is your problem. If I can't exaggerate; what fun is that?
Copyright April 22, 2006 12:10 P.M.