So, yesterday I sat down at this computer to write my weekly
blog. I stared at the screen for a
while, trying to decide what to write about.
The non-scandals of the IRS targeting right-wing organizations; the one
just simply named Benghazi? The silly one
that is rising again like the mythical Phoenix about where President Obama was
born? After staring for some time, I
decided to play computer Solitaire to try to find out what would surface with
enough vehemence to write about.
Nada. Zilch. Total blank.
I finally gave up and just played Solitaire.
I generally get up in the middle of the night, and if I don’t
creep out to the kitchen, so I don’t wake up Bill, and snack on something I
can’t get back to sleep. Last night was
no different. As I silently made my way
into a darkened kitchen, I noticed the kitchen blinking at me. At least that is the way it seemed. Since I am highly allergic to house dust, we
have one of those little robot vacuums to keep the dust down on our wood floors. It came with these little “virtual walls”
that one puts down by a doorway, the little robot gets near its green blinking
eye and doesn’t go through. Even when
the robot isn’t roboting the little green eye keeps blinking.
Someone, or something, called last night and didn’t leave a
message, which is OK, except that the telephone little white eye was blinking
to let me know we had missed a call. OK,
no problem. That could wait until the
morning. But the very best blinking of
all was the rat zapper on the sink. Our
cat, Big Mo, had brought in a live mouse, probably to play with, and the mouse
had gotten away from him. Bill had seen
the mouse dash across the sink, so put our little rat zapper up on the sink
with a french fry in it. The mouse had
gone in and was instantly electrocuted, triggering the blinking red eye. (A mouse on the sink, of course, for me is a
great big no-no, requiring everything to be wiped down with bleach, or thrown
in the washing machine with bleach, but not in the middle of the night! That done this morning.) All of those blinking eyes with notices got
me to thinking about our federal government.
Yeah, I know, but then I do make connections between various ideas.
What we really need is a system of colored blinking tiny
lights, or eyes, to identify issues in Washington, C.C. in order of
importance. A little green eye to let us
know we don’t even want to go there for any one of a number of reasons perhaps,
but best to just stay away because we don’t have enough information to make a
decision, or because there is no need to think about it. After that we need a little white blinking
eye for those issues that require attention because they could be of
importance, like an important missed phone call, but just not right now. These can wait for a more propitious
time.
A red blinking eye, however, would indicate that, My
God!! Congress actually accomplished
something!!! This blinking red light
would require immediate action on our part to determine what that something
was, and whether we should simply be disgusted, as we were this week with the
House of Representatives taking a useless vote on abortion, or cheering that
President Obama nominated James Comey as the new FBI Director. Comey has a really good resume, and should be
something we can cheer about. We would
hope the little red eye continues to blink that the Senate confirms Comey’s nomination.
Or, the blinking red eye could just mean
that there is a dead something that needs to be thrown into the incinerator
before we scrub everything down with bleach.
I look forward to what bright ideas my kitchen can bring me tonight
at what I fondly refer to as my 2:00 AM feeding.
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