I couldn’t say it better. I’m not sure anyone could say it better. Walt Kelly, we miss you.
My cleaning person was here yesterday.
It was floor and shower day and right now, the house looks as good as it gets. I’ve been explaining to the dogs that they can’t be messy. If I’m going to pay for cleaning, they need to be a lot tidier.
So all the floors are clean. Kitchen, dining room, living room, and bathroom. AND she got all the dirt that gets into the corner under the seat in the shower. I can clean it, but afterward, I can’t get back up.
While she was working, I commented that my husband does not see dirt. She laughed.
“No,” she said. “You show them the house and it’s a mess and they say, ‘It looks fine to me.'” I laughed. Because it’s true. Garry has improved over the years, though he will never be a natural homemaker. The baseball game will always be more important than the rug.
Now, when I point out the dirt, he squints, puts on his bifocals and nods. He has acknowledged dirt. This is a valiant change on his part and I acknowledged it by finding someone to come and clean every few weeks. This works out for both of us. She is very busy and has another part-time (5-day-a-week) job in the afternoon, so she calls me when she has a free morning, which seems to be about every three weeks.
We aren’t messy these days. The dogs are messy. We (the people) are quite tidy. We just can’t bend or lift much and finally, I realized no matter how I looked at it, we needed help. If Garry were 20 years younger, I could enlist his help — except he’d still be working and so would I, so it still wouldn’t get done.
This leads me to realize that when we were both working, I didn’t notice the dirt as much because I wasn’t home. Retirement leaves one in the house many more hours. I have much more time to contemplate the dust and grimy floors.
I still haven’t figured out whether men don’t SEE dirt. Do they really not see it or are they not alarmed by it? I guess they didn’t grow up with toy vacuum cleaners and pretend kitchens.
I admit it. By the end of about six hours of impeachment testimony, I knew I’d never survive the Democratic debate. Also, Garry said he’d leave home if I didn’t change the channel — which I was intending to do anyway — but he supplied the final push. I just handed him the remote and said: “Go at it!”
I’m pretty sure that even the anchors were exhausted by then. There’s only so much bombshell testimony (Was it bombshell testimony? I no longer know what that means) anybody can take. And I missed the beginning — what I gather was the really hot testimony, but they talked about it constantly, so I really didn’t miss anything.
But now, it was post-dinner and the idea of watching however many people are running for president on the Democratic ticket snipe at each other was over the top. I need a very long night’s sleep before I reconnect.
And since they delayed the debate, bet we’ll catch the last hour of it anyway.
I do not know how anyone remembers anything on these shows. I can’t even remember the names of the senators or testifiers. Moreover, when someone is going to drop a bombshell, that is when I have to go to the bathroom.
Carry on, America!
When I think of the word, I think of Trump. I think of Lindsay Graham. I think of politicians. Then I get depressed and try to think of anything else. Something humorous although some days, humor is hard to find.
I read an article this morning that said that unless more people vote (like in 2018) we’ll get you-know-who back. That totally ruined my day which had barely started.
Someone asked me what was the busiest day I can remember over the last ten years. Last ten years? You’re kidding, right?
The asker was lacking enough decades. She didn’t realize this was an impossible question. When you are 20, your memories are crisp and sharp and you know you will never forget them.
Unless you die young, you will forget them. I can personally guarantee it.
I can’t remember what I did yesterday, much less in the course of an entire 10-year period.
Hectic? What’s hectic? The decades have all been riddled with crises. Financial, medical, personal. I don’t remember the sequence of a particular day, not even yesterday. Or this morning. It’s nearly one in the afternoon. I’m still answering email and trying to get this silly little post written.
Maybe I should think about this in bigger pieces, like decades? Anyone who asks this question obviously hasn’t lived for many decades. I’m sure having fewer decades to remember might make the whole memory thing more … memorable. By the time you’ve survived seven or eight decades, you would never ask this question. You would know your friends feel lucky to get to the end of a sentence without having to pause to remember what word comes next.
I can tell you — I think — which period in my life was the most hectic. It started in 1963 and slowed down … when was that? Wait for it. I’m thinking. Okay, got it. It hasn’t slowed down. But it would be okay with me if it did.
Life, as the beaver said, is just one dam thing after another.
I just bought another one of his books.
Whenever I need a laugh, it’s waiting for me.
I was amused to realize that the website he gave up on was WordPress, but it wouldn’t load or it loaded too slowly for anyone … so between when I wrote this (like two days ago?) and today, he swapped sites. No longer WP. He also has space on Facebook and Twitter. These are hard days for cartoonists with so few newspapers being published.
Yesterday was “National Register to Vote” Day. It does NOT mean you can’t register today. If you are reading this, you have a computer and you can do it. It takes a few minutes. You might discover you are already registered, but it doesn’t hurt to check.
More people didn’t vote in the last presidential election than voted. Everyone seemed to think their individual vote didn’t matter. The thing is, probably one vote didn’t matter but collectively, ALL those votes mattered enough to get Trump elected rather than Clinton who had three million more votes than Trump had.
This election is called “the mid-terms.” It is when we re-elect the entire house of Representatives and part of the Senate. There are a lot of governors up for re-election too as well as many state-level representatives and senators. Everything matters!
Please vote. Regardless of what you believe, I’d prefer you vote “my way,” but most important is that you vote. That all of you care enough about our form of government to make your voices heard. If we do not get out there and vote, we will not have a republic. It is slipping away from us and you are the reason that’s happening.
Maybe it really IS time to get serious about making significant changes to our Constitution. It’s a few hundred years old and there are artifacts in it that need changing, certainly including how the electoral college is created and used.
None of this will happen without YOU. There will be no power-structure changes unless you make it happen. Democracy lasts as long as the people who are governed by it care enough to make it work and if we don’t care, we’ll live in an oligarchy where the rich do whatever they want and we are crunched under their feet. Isn’t that already happening?
We are in real danger of losing the only thing that made this country great: our freedom.
There’s a website – USA.org – which gives the overall explanation of voting in the U.S. Each state has its own rules so you will have to find your state and follow the instructions. It is not complicated.
But please do it. Today. If you want to be a free person in a free country, you will either become part of the solution or you will be the reason it ends.
There is nothing you can do that is more important than voting. No donation, or signs on your lawn, or petitions can be as important as voting — and getting everyone you know to do the same.
Don’t let your nation slide away so your grandchildren can’t remember this country was ever a democracy. That is exactly what is going to happen. I’ll be gone by then, but how will you feel about it? That you were too self-involved to bother and let your government slide away?
Do it now. There’s nothing more important.
First, let me speculate on the old word “covfefe.” Although over the months there has been much speculation about what the originally intended word might have been (if indeed an actual word was intended at all) — “coverage” came up as a possibility. Personally, I’ve always felt “kerfuffle” was the target word.
I believe “covfefe” was supposed to mean “kerfuffle” but Our Leader can’t spell and also has not learned how to use Google to find a missed spelling. So he just throws stuff into Twitter without regard for the language. He has no regard for the constitution, so what’s another English word or three?
Kerfuffle is not easy to spell and since he can’t spell even simple words, he certainly can’t spell that one. It means “a commotion or fuss, especially one caused by conflicting views.” Kind of where the world is at. Truth be known, try writing “kerfuffle” on your phone and watch auto-correct go wacko.
If he is a legend, it is from a collective nightmare of our nation. For those of us who had nightmares concerning “the state of the state,” this is the guy we were sure we could never have to govern us because we have laws. Rules.
Our constitution has always survived the assholes. I feel obliged to remind everyone that he is not the first or only asshole to make it to the top of our political ladder. There have been others. More than one. If there were social media when Andrew Jackson was president, it would have been pretty much like this. Or worse. He personally slaughtered entire Native tribes. Unabashedly, with vigor and verve. And you don’t even want to know about his personal life.
I have saved this favorite bit of cartooning from the New Yorker for today. It is exactly how I feel.
You should be very familiar with my comic strip layout by now…. six panels laid out in a 3X2 grid. It hasn’t changed since day one……. well, except for once.
Those of you who have been on WordPress for at least three years will undoubtedly remember the furor caused late in 2014 when WP decided to release its new “superior” editor that every blogger who wasn’t getting a kickback from our host company had very vocally decried as a piece of shit. Nevertheless, with their very Orwellian powers over us, WordPress officially defaulted the post link over to the new editor in early 2015. Most of us have long since found our own ways to circumvent this monstrosity and still use the old, classic, and still the best editor to do our daily writing…. making the new editor chapter in WP’s history almost a forgotten footnote again.
But in my attempt to be at my snarky, sarcastic best when it came to trashing WP’s ramming of this new editor down our throats… I came up with this comic which is still my most commented upon comic ever, and one of the most viewed strips on this blog! This was Comic #144.
Beep beep boop …
Today would have been my brother Matthew’s 74th birthday. We understood each other because we shared that strange world in which we grew up. I will always remember and miss you, Matt.
RETRO NEST COMIC – BY EVIL SQUIRREL
Since today is my birthday (please, hold your applause!), I figured I’d share what I believe is the only comic I’ve done that is centered around that oh so egotistical of holidays that I think we sometimes take just a bit too seriously. While this comic is only two years old, it is definitely one of mine and my readers’ favorites… and maybe one of my favorite Buster appearances where the poor guy doesn’t get mutilated in some way. This was Comic #159
I am still tinkering off and on with the comic that was originally supposed to be posted two weeks ago, and that should be up later today or tomorrow. I have four regularly scheduled days off next week, and I am gonna be extremely disappointed in myself if I don’t get the comic backlog caught up by next Friday. In that regard, I really need to get me one of those thingies that lets you draw straight onto your computer…. it might change the look of my comics, but I think I’d cut the time it takes to make them in half!
Original source: Retro Nest Comic – May 14, 2015