More random ramblings

I don't have any one big thing weighing on my mind, so here are the handful of thoughts swimming around my head. And by a handful, I mean close to a dozen.

A deer probably runs in front of my car three or four times a year, right in suburban Pittsburgh. But for some reason, the instant I see a deer (and in yesterday's case, it looked like a fawn), I immediately think dog. Giant dog, usually. I have no idea why; it is not as if I never see deer.
As I was driving down a hill near my house this morning, a PennDot worker must have thought it would be amusing to keep switching the "Stop/Slow" sign back and forth, while three other cars were coming up. What a jag-off. C'mon, how hard is your job that you cannot or will not do it correctly? What if I would have started to drive down the hill as soon as I saw the sign switch to "Slow"?!
When I voted yesterday, I showed my driver's license, as I always do. I don't understand why everyone should not have to show ID anyway. But for me, it is more because of my hard-to-pronounce last name. And despite my saying I was a Republican, the man still tried to search for my name under the Dems. Yes, I get that puts me in a minority. It also made me a disappointment to the three or four people standing outside the polling place trying to hand me cards for their Democratic candidates.
Even though I am not really jazzed about either candidate running for governor of PA, I am glad we are finally going to have a governor from western PA. Let's hope this is a good thing for our region.
And speaking of western PA, I am still not quite over the Pens disappointing and early ending to their season. Today I drove by a car with a Flyers flag in both windows. I think that is the first time I have ever seen something like that around here. But you have to hand it to the Flyers; they are doing what the Pens could not. Sigh.
I can't believe that Lost and 24 are ending this year. What am I going to do with my Monday and Tuesday nights? As it is now, those days and Sundays are my must-see TV nights; I can take or leave shows that are on any other days. I do like Community, which is on Thursdays, if only I could remember to watch it.
Speaking of Lost, I wish the what-seems-like-8-hour finale was not on Sunday. That is the same day as our masterworks performance of Rutter's Requiem. I just can't see too many people missing out on the final episode to hear us sing. And I am not even sure our DVR will have enough room to capture everything.
Speaking of 24, as much as I have loved that show through the good and bad seasons since it began in 2001, the insanely violent path it is now on might be enough to make me not miss it.
And speaking still of 24, I loved David Palmer as president. He is my favorite president, real or fiction, ever.
I subbed for Spanish class yesterday. My knowledge of that language is limited to whatever I remember from Sesame Street and Dora the Explorer. Fortunately, I seemed to know just as much as the kids did; and despite my having no lesson plans, I think I managed to put together a pretty good activity, even if some kids were a little silly about it.
I need to get more sleep. Why do I waste my time staying up for the 10 o'clock news? Most of the news is bad, and the weather is wrong more often than not. If only I was into napping.

That is all. Laundry and vacuuming awaits me.

What a year 2021 has been (Day 7)

I have almost no words for what happened yesterday at the Capitol. Protesting is one thing (though I truly think it is and has been time to move on). But to storm the Capitol? A friend on Facebook said, quite simply, " Almost 20 years ago a group of people on an airplane sacrificed themselves to protect the Capitol. How far we have fallen!" Indeed. And, yes, it IS storming the Capitol. I have seen numerous videos of people knocking down barricades/fences, pushing police officers, and breaking windows and climbing through them. That is beyond protesting. And even if a protestor did not do those things, if they followed those seditionists past those barricades and into the building, they are just as guilty. I did not support the violent protests this summer that resulted in damages to businesses and public property (I was in full support of the actual protests). But I also acknowledged as a white person, I cannot truly put myself in the position of a black person who is angry a...

Why do they stand up there and say that when they are just lying?

That extra-long title is courtesy of my nine-year-old and was something she uttered during "Say Yes to the Dress" on Friday evening. I watch very little reality TV, but I make an exception for this show because I like to look at the dresses. And sometimes, the stories are heart-warming. Typically at the end of the show, a snippet of a wedding is aired. In this particular show, a woman who was confined to a wheelchair was exchanging vows with her fiance. After the two of them finished, J made her comment. I asked her what she meant as I must have been on the computer while the TV was on, and she explained that because so many people just get divorced, why do they even say "as long as we both shall live"? That is tough one, kid. I tried with what I thought was a sound explanation: Most of the people who get married truly believe they will be together the rest of their lives, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. But if you don't think that you will be ...

Disenfranchised Republican

When I went to vote this a.m., I handed my ID to the guy, since my last name can be tricky. He looked for several minutes in the box with the cards. Then he asked if I was in the right place (there is another area in this room, for people in a different neighborhood, I presume). And I told him that this is where I have always voted. He then reviewed the bound paper list, found my name, but could not figure out why it was there, yet not in the box with the cards. Then he realized what was going on and rather exclaimed, "Oh, you are a Republican!" One of the ladies sitting next to him said, "Oh, one of those." I said I assumed they had not seen too many of "my kind" that morning, and she said I was the third. Then, being the open person I am, I eagerly said I was coming to rock the vote and vote for Ron Paul. One of the women commented that she liked some of the things he had stood for, perhaps to try to make me feel as if I was not voting for a terrible per...

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