Posted by
William D. Dannenmaier on Friday, May 21, 2010 11:30:08 AM
Sheila and I worked on the income tax together. The more we struggled, the more convinced I became that the tax code was written by an illegal Muslim immigrant from Chicago who doesn’t speak English and has been employed in WashingtonDC by the Obama administration to destroy the morale of American citizens. It is possible that I am wrong about this. It could have been written by a schizophrenic on loan to the government from a mental institution, but one of the two must be correct.
Income tax completed, I’m listened to the radio while playing solitaire when a program came on by some “doctor” promoting a mixture he has made from “organic” vegetables. It brought the same smile that I have when I walk through a grocery store that organizes “organic” fruits and vegetables. I asked a clerk at Kroger’s once if he could direct me to an inorganic fruit or vegetable. I confused him.
Sunday I asked Stephen, if he needed a break in his studying, to walk up on the hill and spray the apple trees. Later in the afternoon, when I was napping, he took his walk. I saw him return. He carried a five pound potato sack stuffed with Morel mushrooms. Stephen and I enjoyed cheese omelets that included his Morels, cheese, bacon and fresh spinach from my garden for supper. We’ll not only have all we can eat, Sheila will freeze dry some for later taste treats. Oh yes, he forgot to spray the trees, but I’ve forgiven him.
We have lost our Perdition. Mowing grass down by the road, I saw a dead animal lying in the grass. When I went to collect the body for burial, it was our Perdition. Of our four cats, Perdition was, without question, the most affectionate. She arrived as a kitten that should have been with her mother, needing milk poured over cat food in order to eat it. She developed the habit of sleeping between Sheila and I. She would find some crevice between us and creep in – a nuisance, but lovable. I missed her the other night and wondered where she was. I found out cutting grass the next day. I have routinely complained that four cats were too many, but I would be sorry to lose any of them and I must confess, that I am most sorry about Perdition’s fate. On the positive side, our mice, voles, chipmunks and birds will be much happier. Perdition was our best hunter.
Beginning April 27th I became part of Obama’s surge in employment. I shall be employed by the Census bureau for three weeks. I had a lot of company. Sheila, Stephen and Andrew all applied, but I’m glad they weren’t asked. The 27th begins finals week for Stephen and Andrew and I don’t believe Sheila’s knees would take the job and, if she tried, I believe she would pay for it with more than average pain.
On the way to the Cardiac Club we saw a car pulled over by the highway patrol in Charlotte. Sheila was amazed and upset. She didn’t know drivers were expected to obey the law in Charlotte. Driving through there a minimum of twice a day, two or three days a week, we have seen all sorts of interesting driving, but this was the first time we’ve ever seen a car pulled over. Sheila thought it was immoral for police to enforce the law in Charlotte. Slowing down on that, she took up the subject of my driving, which was reasonably legal most of the way as I was following a driver who slowed down to fifty (signs say fifty-five) on curves and hills with double yellow lines and then speeded up to fifty-six or fifty-seven in passing areas. Sheila appeared highly amused by my obeying the law. I don’t understand why. I often obey. The day the patrol car followed me from Charlotte to Dickson I was never a single mile above the speed limit.