Small Bites

That's what it says on a white SMART car''s license that zips around town:  BITESZ.  First time I saw it, it made me chortle with glee.  Now, it just makes me smile.

Found a new blog to read and subscribed; it's smart and thoughtful.  Got an email back asking if I was real.  He got the wiseacre reply. A gal's gotta go for the laughs now and then.

I've been in a generally happy mood lately.  Yah, I know everything is going to hell in a hand basket around us lately and I sure don't have any control over that.  But I got two little old ladies with dementia who I get to take care of during the week who I like.  The pay is tolerable and because of it,  I've managed to pay down a few debts to where they're almost 'bite sized' and I'm not so direly stressed from worry.  I did ask the gods for this -- just plain, simple honest work that gives their families a bit of respite time so they can recharge and take care of their own needs.  Service work.  Nothing fancy.  But a whole lot more real than some of the %($!#  ya see goin' on out in the business/media/politics dominated workaday world these days.

I went to another Coffee Party meeting Saturday.  Interesting group.  There must be some vestige of optimism in me that maybe we Americans of myriad stripes can actually have a civil conversation and maybe even work toward common goals even if we don't always totally agree on everything.  This country could stand people wanting to get some win-win action going for it.  The old system isn't working so good.  I was so right to worry about times like these the way I did back during the first Reagan term.

Getting out of Dodge Thursday with hubby and the dog to go camping in the Jemez with friends.  Maybe we'll do a small, slightly belated Solstice celebration as well.  That'll rock!  I have only been going to the Jemez since I was a tender 16 months old... so for about 54 of my 55 years.