Tomorrow midnight

The leaders of our government have until tomorrow at midnight to pass the budget or we go into a shutdown.  I'm mad at all sides -- the Republican's for not standing up to their Tea Party wing and for continually moving the goal posts of spending cuts.  I'm mad at the Democrats for not dealing with this last year when they controlled both sides and it was their job to pass the budget before October 1 and they didn't.  I'm disappointed in BHO for not getting off his lofty perch earlier and start fighting for his work force.  I'm equal opportunity irritated. 

I'm sorry, but government does matter.  We have a system that is envied by so much of the world.  It is envied because it is participatory; based on secular laws; divided into branches so that one aspect of it can't get so egotistical that it swallows up the others.   It takes people to run that very government, to provide the services that its citizens need, want, and expect.  Critics say that they want to shut the government down as if it was just a building and they are going to lock the doors.  But it is real live people who make up the government who rely on the income to feed their families and keep this economy going. I may be non-essential, but try leaving the country and then re-entering without the service I provide.  Good luck with that.  Would the critics rather add 800,000 to the ranks of the unemployed tomorrow? 

In the news the other night was the fact that the company that was part of the issue of the Deep Horizon oil spill of last year is providing safety bonuses for their executives.  Excuse me?  And in one of the proposed budgets is a five year pay freeze for me because I need to share in the sacrifice.  Show me the executives who are sacrificing?  I don't see any. 

And then don't get me started about Trump continuing the nonsense that our president was not born in the US.  Do you think that the other Democrats would have let him contest in the primaries if he hadn't been born in Hawaii?  Get over it already.  That's my rant for the night.

I have gotten to write this because my lovey-lamb is at the park with our neighbor and my hubby is at a town meeting to discuss the road improvements in our area.  I cleaned up from our delicious dinner (bean and rice soup, Turkish fried bread stuffed with mashed potatoes and feta cheese, cucumber slices and hummus) and plopped myself on the couch to watch the news, followed by golf.

I love watching golf.  But I am so not into the reverence that is Augusta National.  I appreciate the beauty of the course, the history of the tournament.  However, you're not going to get me to wax poetically about a place that still won't have women as full members.  Hello?  What century are we living in? 

Clearly I need to get out into the garden and do a little weed therapy.  I need to start pulling out the dead stuff from last fall and getting ready to plant next month.  I worked with Mom out there today for the first time.  I came home from work and she was raking the back lawn.  I got into raking the herb boarder and uncovered chives and lemon balm green shutes.  I hope I can move the pea fence this weekend and plant peas where I had the dill last year. 

OK. Selim is back. Time for batch and bed.