The Biggest Loser

 Well, a golly good morning to you all, or afternoon, or evening, or whenever you happen to be reading this.

Yesterday, the sun came out.  The temps stayed cool.  The grass was dry.  I mowed my lawn.  I also weeded among the dahlias and the marigolds.  More is needed, almost daily.  I've heard it said nothing grows like a weed.

I like to use song lyrics in my writing to set the tone of a certain chapter, or to foreshadow what is coming down the road, or to give insight into one or more of my characters.  For example, in The Body in Repose a line from Grandson's song Dirty, "we might not make it till the morning,' did one, or more, of the above so lyrics from that song were used for a chapter that included an alternative music dancercise class.  I don't spend hours a day listening to music to find these lyrics, in fact my world is relatively quiet, though I will sometimes listen to German or Spanish folk music while I'm writing.  With that being said, I'm pleased to say the some of the lyrics from this song have made it into The Body Under Ice (snigger, snigger).  

And, of course, Cassidy Hutchinson provided testimony yesterday and a special January 6 hearing.  While many are saying her revelations were shocking, I have to admit to not being surprised, though I will admit to laughing loudly from time to time.  The throwing of his dinner against the wall?  When she mentioned about helping to clean the ketchup from the walls, I thought, holy Hell, this loser was sitting in a presidential dining room off of the Oval Office eating a Big Mac, and I couldn't help but wonder if his large order fries were on the floor as well.

Mark Meadows came across as being completely detached from reality, spending a lot of time sitting on his couch swiping his way through?  Twitter, maybe?  Or possibly Tinder?  Cassidy didn't specify if he was swiping left or right, so I guess will never know.  The fact that he couldn't personally join John Eastman and Rudy Giuliani in a meeting on the 5th in what was called the War Room is also significant.  

Also significant was that fact that everybody knew the crowd listening to Trump's speech was well armed.  His statement that "they're not here to hurt me," implies he knew whom they were there to hurt.  Knowing this makes his speech to the mob on January 6 nothing more than a call to arms.  The truth is he was willing to do anything to stay in power.  Overturning the election was the only thing he could think of doing.  It was the only thing capable of taking away the burning humiliation of losing the presidency on the world stage.  He has despised losers his entire life, and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep from becoming the biggest.

 

Earthshattering

 Shall we say hello to Tuesday, and the beginning of my first weekend?  The temps are supposed to climb into the mid 80s (F), which means today is going to be a good day to mow the lawn.  I will probably be picking more peaches as well.  Is there a peach cobbler in the near future?  I'm suspecting the likelihood is strong.

When I got home from work yesterday, I waited by my car for a neighbor walking her Irish Wolfhound.  As she passed, I said 'hi.'  She nodded.  Heading slowly towards my house, I told her I'd wait until she was past to go inside because my dogs were going to be loud.  She nodded, and smiled, and said, "ah, yes, the Boxers."  That made me chuckle and wonder how many people in my neighborhood know Biggie and Lily as simply The Boxers.

I've been sorting through one of the boxes I have of old photograph.  Some I will give to my sister, others to my brother, quite a few I'm simply throwing out because they have no relevance.  You might be surprised to learn that I've taken quite a few irrelevant pictures in my day.  At least now they seem irrelevant.  Their only worth right now might be in deciphering how my brain works, or perhaps I should say worked since I'm fairly certain those little gray cells have changed their functionality several times of the years.  Anyway, when I got out of the Navy, we held a big party, lots of people, lot of beer, and balloons.  It was a celebration of my returning to civilian life.  Here's a shot of me from that night that I only vaguely remember taken when I was rightly toasted.  I loved that flannel shirt.  Oh, and I'm 22 years old, on the verge of turning 23 not 14 heading into my 15th birthday.

Yesterday, as I was preparing to end my shift, my sister called and asked if I had seen there was going to be a surprise witness and today's abruptly called hearing.  My sister has never been political, until now, and I do not doubt that her interest is so peaked because my brother-in-law is a raging MAGA.

I was hoping one of the key players had flipped.  John Dean Tweeted that calling an abrupt hearing witha surprised witness needed to be something earthshattering.  It turns out the witness is Cassidy Hutchinson, a top aide who worked closely with Mark Meadows and Trump.  We shall have to wait and see how much ground she moves.