Meaningless meandering through a Tuesday evening

A bit of a nothing post, really. I'm at a bit of a loose end, and I'm not particularly happy with one person, right now. 

I started doing the wainscoting in the breakfast room; I had to fix the sheetrock, and it's taking some try to dry. The electrical problems in that room have me bemused, and flummoxed. Now, I'm not that well practiced as an electrician - it's been a long time since I did any electrical stuff on a professional basis - but surely that particular area by the door isn't up to code? A quick check - and no, it isn't. Which means I have to rewire at least some of it. The biggest problem, at this time, is "time" - I'm running out of it if I'm to meet the Mrs in San Francisco. 

So far my plans are not going too well; there's a big bit of America where I'm not at all sure where I'm supposed to be. Which sounds quite nice, actually! :-) I'd like some knowledge of where I'll be snoring, but apart from that - it's a big, wide and open space. And I'm more than happy to be exploring it. Tom Wolfe here I, er, wander by. His literary legacy is safe. Especially if I manage to actually write about the trip. :-) (Which I will, but Mr Wolfe has little to fear!) 

I'm at a loss for subjects; I'm still upset about Horatio - Harry, as I called him, Hi-Ho as the Mrs named him. I must have visited his grave about a dozen times, today. 

I must admit to being really tired. Neither of us slept well.

Hillary is sort of losing the race; that's a pity. Maybe it's time for Obama to be declared the winner? Pity, I really liked Hillary for the Presidency. My only concern was the "nepotism" of Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton. Obama does have some qualities - the fact that he's a neophyte on the ways of Washington must surely count for something? He's definitely toughening up, and the increasingly vicious campaign against him is depleting the GoP of their future fire. Although I have no doubt that some of their supporters will come up with fictions like they did with John Kerry. What Obama has to learn - and quickly - is that letting the other side dictate the battle means you lose. Bill Clinton knew this; John Kerry and Al Gore both forgot it. Obama has to know it from the get-go; so far, he's shown little sign of even having heard of the principle. 

Newt Gingrich is calling for substantial, rapid, changes in the GoP. Like that's going to happen! He signed the missive where he makes his claims "Your Friend, Newt Gingrich". That's really going to help - he's quite reviled in the party. Personally, I think he's just trying to grab the headlines, and maybe even his old job back. If I were Republican, I'd also be inclined to think that the GoP has no need of enemies with such friends. 

The fact is the GoP is in turmoil. The party has been hijacked - it's now the party of God, guns and tax-cuts. Or should that be "God, tax-cuts and guns"? Maybe even tax-cuts and God, with guns as a special sale item? It's not the party of business, unless you're a big business, preferably the oil business. Many who would ordinarily support them have started looking with a lot of interest at that Federal deficit, and the overall Federal debt: they're starting to realize that borrowing to pay for regular expenses is bad for personal expenses, and worse for national ones. 

The debate, if it were to happen, would center around the role of religion; but that's not something that's going to happen. Unless the party loses the next election rather badly; something that's still possible, considering the Dems propensity to, and affection for, grabbing defeat from the jaws of victory. If they do lose as badly as they are expected to, the bloodletting will begin quickly - and it will be funded by the very people who have funded the current GoP dichotomy. Nice old world, ain't it?

Changing subjects, one thing I don't like in personal communications: when my correspondent inserts a condition into the whole thing. Something like "you can't tell anyone about this, unless I agree". What am I - a fool, an idiot? (Don't answer that...) I keep personal emails personal. I also feel insulted when someone treats me as a child, and doesn't presume that I'm mature enough to know when something is personal and not to be shared, and when I can share it with the world? I felt like telling my correspondent to take a running jump when I saw the condition; I certainly won't agree to conditions that are imposed. (I refrained; what would be the point?) On the other hand, I'm an adult (or at least I emulate one, occasionally), so I won't share the details. Suffice to say I also felt just a little manipulated. 

ADDED: What I also didn't realize was that the normal give-and-take of a, er, well, what do you actually call a series of emails? Despite the last trillion years I've had an email address, I've never actually known what to call an email conversation; it's not a conversation, each email is a communication, but the overall? It's certainly not a conversation! Anyway, I feel that I gave. Why do I keep trusting people? Every time I do, I get bitten. One day I'll learn, and that'll be a day I'll be sorry ever arrived. (Did that make sense?) Heck - despite a day of emails, I'm not sure she even knows that Horatio died, and that he was important to me. 

Well, we're watching Jay's monologue, and then heading to bed. 

Carolyn Ann