Month: June 2016

I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when someone calls their work associates a “team”.

That equals ass-kissing, conformity and exclusion.

As a woman, you can only be part of a team if you’re pretty or beautiful or at least cute. I learned that a long time ago, about 67-68 years ago, in fact.

This is part of what it means to be an American in 2016.

It’s a measure of this society’s sickness that mentally ill people like Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump are actually taken seriously as candidates for the Presidency.

I really hate people.

Changed the filter in “my” water pitcher. I like this “Total Home” brand, from CVS.

Planted the asparagus (9).

Made blueberry pancakes; drove R to and from work; transfer station; sheets and laundry; light shop; fish chowder for supper.

That’s the story of the June SPEA annual meeting.

Guilt-ridden, bullying fools.

Best Summer Ever

Fung-Onil’d the little maple yesterday evening.

Cleaned up gone-by tulips and destroyed a wasp nest. Feel badly about that, but it was in a spot where people could get hurt.

It’s muggy and I had a rough night, moving slowly today. Uploaded new files to NEPS with filters for “callin”.

Chicken sausage, mustard greens from Pariah Dog Farm and asparagus from the garden for supper. Stopped by Woodruff’s for a photo exhibit opening, including work by our friend John Moore. Ron made it to the bank in time to deposit his check; good thing, otherwise my * would be grass for getting supper on the table so late (6:30).