Our country has become quite colorful in a very disgusting way. We have the red states and the blue states and the yellow-bellied members of Congress. The yellow bellies are the Republican Representatives and Senators who are afraid to stand up to the Trump base and their contributors and whoever else owns them. I wish we could go back to the old red, white, and blue we grew up with.
The runny nose made me think there was a bad cold coming on. However, after a year of it and no other symptoms developing, maybe that’s not the case. It’s been annoying though. Some days are one handkerchief days but sometimes it’s two handkerchiefs or even three handkerchiefs.
I consulted with my wife, Pat, who is the chief medical advisor in our household. She said that all old people have runny noses. If you stop any old geezer on the street, they will tell you that they blow their nose off and on, all day. I explained that I am busy and don’t have time for this nonsense. She said I may as well suck it up as it’s not going to change. Then, the medical advisor went on to tell me there is a theory that explains this phenomenon. The theory states that old people can’t remember anything because their brains are shrinking, and that’s what is dripping out of their nose.
I can remember when there were male Republican members of the House and Senate who were admired and respected. That’s no longer true. The confirmation hearing for Judge Jackson has shown what a bunch of sorry little partisan “piss-ants” they now are. It makes me want to puke. The judge is 10 times more qualified for any position than those guys are.
If members of our Congress have accepted contributions from Russians, should they be tried as enemies of the state, or should we just refer to them as “scumbags?”
Pat was headed for Costco. As she backed out of the garage she noticed a crow standing in the yard by the small orange tree. Normally, if she saw a crow, she would feed it. Today, she just wanted to get her chores done so she continued on her way with the bird staring after her.
Pat was returning home. As she approached our house she could see that the crow was still there but was now standing on the driveway. There was ample room so she moved past him into the garage. She got out of the car, stepped out of the garage, and was immediately confronted by the bird. He locked eyes with her and began squawking. He appeared to be quite agitated and was pacing back and forth in a very animated way. Pat deduced from the crow’s manner that things were getting mighty serious. Pat guessed that he was probably telling her that he hadn’t found any road kill that morning, and therefore had no breakfast and was starving. She said, “Okay, I’ll feed you in just a moment.” She got her groceries out of the car and went into the house. Once inside, she grabbed a slice of bread and then took it outside and tossed it in front of the crow. Being ravenous, he attacked the bread and made short work of it. Once finished, he squawked a couple of times and flew away.
Pat got busy in the house, but in ten or fifteen minutes heard the crow squawking out front again. She looked out and saw the one crow near our front door calling her. The reason for all this carrying on was that five of the crow’s friends were sitting at the foot of our driveway. The crow had gone back and rounded up his family or friends so they could eat, too. A compassionate crow! Pat took more bread out and fed the rest of them.
We think this is remarkable. This crow knows where to get a handout. He recognizes Pat when he sees her. He knows she will respond when he calls her. He knows she will not harm him. He takes care of the family or friends that travel with him. He saw Pat leave but knew enough to wait for her return. Perhaps the use of the disparaging label “birdbrain” should be reconsidered.