Really, what’s it all about?
We are living in some perilous times, I tell you. For starters, I should admit that the midterm elections have got me shook. Like, mad shook! The political ads that are running out here in Cali are crazy…the mudslinging and name calling all in the name of power? It’s disgusting! And I pray (and have my sample voting ballot ready, too!) that the unqualified I-just-want-to-be-governor-because-I’m-done-with-my-corporate-career charlatans will not land in Sacramento making decisions for any of us. There’s too much at stake for these folks to be playing around in politics while trying to take care of their fellow one-percenters.
Aside from that – and that’s enough! – I’ve been watching far too much television lately, which is not really the best thing. I’m convinced that as a nation, we care more about who will take home the shiny, “Dancing with the Stars” trophy than we do about social issues. As usual, I think a lil’ sushi for dinner might be just the thing to lighten my mood. Then, perhaps, I will try to contemplate life, yet again. I have vowed to stuff the remote under the sofa cushions until I can think clearly.
But really, I wish Alfie would just call me up and offer some answers. The first thing I might ask him is, “Is this all there is?” There’s got to be more to it, with it, than this. There just has to be.