Sometimes...

I am just as much a sheep as everyone else, but I fight it all the time. I don't know if it has done me any good over the years to fight the tide of consumerism or not. I've spent a lot of time frustrated or pissed or both.

Then under it all, and sometimes over it all, I am stuck with the thought that the intentionally ignorant deserve the dark, dank hole they willingly dig at the mere suggestion that they really need to dig the hole. We are in the grips of mental illness epidemics that are caused entirely by the constant bombardment of "something is wrong here and if you just buy our product or vote for our candidate it will all turn out peachy."

We don't seem to want out, either. All it takes is critical thinking. That's it. Teach that in our schools. Won't happen. Only fringe private schools manage to pull it off. It won't happen because critical thinkers are excellent consumers -- that is, they consume a lot less. They are not as easily swayed by subtle and not so subtle advertising.

And critical thinkers are more likely to check their facts before acting. And that includes their own assumptions, opinions and conclusions.

It would take a major overhaul of our school system. Serra High School, for instance, would have a 100% turn over in faculty because nobody at the school seems to have a clue about anything.

Really. It doesn't take much time at all to convince someone they are broken and require products and services to fix themselves.

Yes. I am in the midst of another round of "people suck" and I intend to wallow in it for a bit.

I'm really, really tired

of hearing anyone say "It isn't fair." Especially a "mature" adult.

Funny thing. I've never gotten anyone to tell me what would be fair when they are whining that particular whine.

itching

I'm itching to finish one and start another yard project. There is still one on hold 'cause Stacey isn't sure what she wants to do with the strip of grass on the left side of the drive way. She is mumbling about paving it all in. That's okay. But it means moving about 10 yards of dirt. Maybe more.

The only inexpensive way to deal with that is to move the dirt to some other place in the yard. The only place it could go is the expanse of lawn on the right side of the driveway. We could go along way toward leveling that side of the yard. But that means a wall. And that isn't cheap.

I want to build a wall. But it will be a couple of grand in material and day laborers. At least a couple of grand. That, too, is okay, but the plan has changed every week since it first came up. and it came up because the tree in the front yard has to come out.

Originally it had to come out because it was threatening the foundation/slab of the house. Turns out, though, that the tree is sickly and probably won't survive anyway. Dead trees near houses are a danger, too.

Stacey isn't willing to get rid of the tree until we have a plan ready to go.

Round and round we go. Where we stop.....

Wicked

Joe charged through the Wicked tickets today. I'm ready.