The Bush/McCain Possibilities

The Democratic Convention just ended. I'm praying and hoping, Obama & the Democrats campaigning with him can wake up working people so they stop supporting rich people & big corporations. I think conservative white working class people are blinded by gay rights, the possibility of working people gaming the system--like corporations don't--black people "overrunning " the gov't & somehow, getting everything, leaving them out, and basically, their lives turning to sh*t, they're voting for more money and support for the wealthiest chiselers alive. Remember, McCain thinks people making under $500,000 are middle class. No wonder he supports only the wealthy! Really, our infrastructure is falling apart. Jes, people are falling into rivers from bridges collapsing. That's horrible! Our electric lines need overhaul because they can't support the higher energy of wind power. Our lives are now shorter than every other industrialized nation, plus some just coming up too. We have more babies die than they do too.
I wish people would look beyond Obama's name, his color--which not only is mixed, the person who raised him was a Kansas grandmother--and see our country as it is. Can't they see Republicans do not support working people and in fact, throw obstacles in worker's way? Look at the Supreme Court's decisions since they have moved to the right. The rights of the disabled and working people have been cut. I feel as though I am living with cretins, people who do not read newspapers, or think beyond the outright lies and slanders fed to them at election time. To give one vote to somebody because they would love to have a beer with him, is idiocy. That person left human beings to drown in New Orleans, then threw the thousands of survivors into a stadium with no water or bathrooms. He used up our surplus of money and threw us into debt. He used our armed forces to pursue a personal vendetta killing thousands of innocent people, both soldiers and citizens. He's made a mockery of our constitution, bending and twisting it out of shape, to jail, spy on, and justify him and his staff evading congress's investigation.
The friendly brush cutting, bicycle-riding "president" may not be an evil (or he may be), but certainly his cronies are evil-doers. I pray there is a reckoning and they are punished for the pain and catastrophe they have unleashed.

Keeping My House Clear

Tonight, I'm sleeping at my daughter's house. I'll probably be here for the weekend or maybe till Sunday. She has a normal keyboard and I'm having a hard time with it. I'm bored to death and yeah, I miss everything about my house. I'm in love with my house. I guess that's okay except that houses aren't forever like love. A house is just a material thing. Okay, tell that to my heart and soul. It's the house of my dreams. I need to ask my spirits if I should bring the outside cats in. My house is perfection and I do not want to create chaos. I feel as though I increased my connection with my spirits by at least 70% (which means nothing). They're closer though. Well, no time for bullshit. My hands are cramping.

Blessings

I still can't believe I'm in this beautiful house with a garden in a quiet little suburb amongst the trees. I walk down the steps at night sometimes to check on our barn cats. I unlock the front door, then the side door, and step outside, into the clean air. The grasshoppers are chirping, but there is no other noise. I walk up to the sun room, my studio, and look out from there too. I look at the yard, the patio, my garden, and I say, "It's mine." I look around at this beautiful house and I feel so lucky, so blessed.
I have lost weight recently. I work at it hard, and I pray for it to continue. I know I am a sugar addict as well as an overeater. I'm a small person with a huge desire to taste, to enjoy the food. I like to eat--a lot. So I ask my family and the spirits who attend me, to help me, to give me discipline, and the will to eat healthy. I have to think every time I consider food and the consequences of that food. It's not really voluntary, but my weight is destroying my joints, my feet, my lungs, etc. For a long time, my butt has looked like a table and my belly looks pregnant. My thighs are beginning to have dimpling all the way down to my knees and the skin on my upper arms is hanging. I now have a double chin that does not complement the lines forming on my face.
I appreciate this lovely house even more for the privacy it affords me. Dressed in my painted up work too-tight clothes, I can walk around my garden, sit on my deck and rock on the swing, or read underneath my trees on the brick patio. I'll feel more confident about my body when the fat melts off, God willing, but being in the process of losing it, and living in the house of my dreams, is wonderful. I'm still amazed.