Sausage Before It’s In The Casing

Imbolc    Waxing Moon of Winds

Spent a little time today seeing sausage made.   Example:  A representative of the Corn Growers Association said,  “When I’m trying to sell my wife on something, I don’t give her all the facts.  I wait until she’s already bought in to the idea.  I hope that’s not what’s happening with this legislation.”

Another example:  One representative said, “You ought to apologize to all of us.  You ought to apologize to Mr. (the corn growers representative.).  You didn’t give us all the letter from which you just quoted.”  Guess you had to be there.  This was said in a tone of voice similar to, “Johnny, share your truck.  You have to learn to play well with others.”

I sat there with my netbook on my lap, trying to take it down using a key board.  I think I’ll try a note pad.  I’m not fluent enough with the keyboard to match my thought process as I take in dialogue and try to get the essence.  And I’m pretty good on the keyboard.  That touch typing class when I was 17.

Kate came home tonight feeling better.  The TENS unit helps, at least to some extent.  yeah.

Living In An Abstract World

Imbolc           Waxing Moon of Winds

Oh, geez, as we might say here in Minnesota.  Got a phone call from my dentist’s office this morning asking me if I remembered my appointment.  No, I didn’t.  I said, “I’m just sitting here.”  The receptionist laughed and we rescheduled.  This is the second missed appointment in a month, including my showing up for a 10:00 o’clock tour at 10:45.

I know what’s going on right now.  I’m deep in research for my American Identity presentation at Groveland on the 15th, researching my first Asmat art tour for this Friday and running fast to keep up with the changing legsilative fortunes of the Sierra Club legislation.  The research and the Sierra Club/Star-Tribune blogs occupy all of my attention.

That makes me very happy because I love research and I love opportunities to turn around and share the results, which all of these instance allow me, but it also means I’m living in an abstract world that often fails to read the calendar. Oh, my.

Gotta do something about this, but what?  Let me see, if I read something about it?