Fat Asses

 Well, yesterday turned out to be rather uneventful.  The temps hovered in the low 40s (F), and the skies were mostly overcast.  

Otherwise, not much happened.  Which is fine, I suppose.  Though there are those who feel they need to be busy all day long.  Or, as my mom used to say, they feel that they need to be constantly entertained.  It really has nothing to do with being busy, because I'm certain there are all sorts of things these people could do to help them pass the time.  Nope, mostly they need to have fun, and for most of them fun means doing something that makes them happy.  Interestingly enough, one man's fun can be another man's torture.  Taking shopping, for instance.  There are those who can spend the entire day browsing away in specialty shops, and are happier than pigs in shit... well, they'll probably say that's not a very good comparison; truth has many faces.  Or they love shopping for clothing.  I have a friend who will spend the day going from, trying on this dress, or that ensemble, with absolutely no intention on buying, simply because she loves seeing herself in the mirror wearing something she can't afford gives her great joy.  Not for me.  I only go shopping when I need something, and it's never for what some might call decor, or clothing.  I can't picture myself in this shirt, or that sweater, and I never wonder if those jeans are going to make my ass look fat.  All I look for is getting something that fits, since I don't really care if my ass looks fat or not... and in case you're wondering, it usually doesn't.

One of the things I did do yesterday was bake coconut macaroons.  And then I drizzled them with white chocolate.  Hhhmnm, so very tasty!

And as expected, Republicans are still flipping out of Trump being taken off of the Colorado primary ballot and saying the most terrible things, all the while failing to understand that though these comments might be endearing them to their base, much of America is standing back, looking rather aghast.  Take John Schneider, for example.  He used to be a pretty boy actor who could also sing.  I saw him on stage in a performance of State Fair and he was decent.  Well, Johnnie spit out this turd saying that Biden should be hung for treason.  Yep, he sure did.  And while the MAGA cult danced and cheered, the rest of sane American listened to this comment and asked "are you fucking nuts?"  As I said, I once saw John perform, and at that time his butt was rather slim, now I know that's because all of the fat was in his head.

Gertie

 Well, the rain is gone, so are the winds, and yes, it did get windy.  Temps are beginning to drop, and we should soon be experiencing actual winter temps here in Central PA.  They're predicted to be a bit warmer than what would be considered normal, but they'll be cold.  Today is going to be blustery. There are snow flurries whirling around outside my window, not that they're going to amount to anything.

Yesterday, I did a little more than nothing, but it wasn't a day I would label productive.  Not once did I sit down at my writing desk, and there are things that need to be done.  I need to begin prep work on The Body on the Lawn, the first in the Eli and Max series.  Come March (?) it and the second book, The Body in the Tower will be turned into audio books.  One of the requirements for that transition is the removal of the song lyrics.  Having a narrator read them is considered a performance and that would mean royalty payments, and that can be pricy.  The Word editor does an excellent job at cleaning up things up, too.  

Either today or tomorrow I'm going to be baking coconut macaroons, one of my favorite cookies, and they will be dipped in chocolate.  White chocolate.  I thought I'd change things up.

And in a few short days the sun will finally begin to set later in the afternoon.  I don't know about you, but dusk falling at 4:30 in the afternoon is not a good thing.  I like it when daylight last for more than 10 hours.

Boy, I'm so glad I wasn't planning on buying an Apple watch, and even gladder that I own a Garmin.  When I searched through my pics to see if there was one of my watch, this popped up.  It's very old.  This is Gertie, my first boxer, looking out the front door, about 11 years ago.  My, things have changed in the living room, haven't they?

And, as expected, Frankie Graham is pissing barbed wire over the Pope's little decision on the blessing of same sex couples.  Frankie needs to revisit Matthew 12, which says that God will forgive every sin, except for the sin of blasphemy.  Ouch.

There was an interesting article in the Post about Biden, and how he doesn't realize how old he looks.  For those who don't know, there are very few people who realize how old they look.  This is because in they're still in the their mid 30s, and when they look in the mirror they're seeing the same face they've looked at for... say... 81 years.  The human appearance changes slowly.  When you see a picture of yourself in your 20s, you're surprised at how young you look.  Most people will never comprehend how old others actually see them.