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Friday, 19 January 2018

Coupon Clippers

The American government has until midnight tonight to figure out what to do about its failing financial health.  If the parties on both sides of the 'house' can't agree the government will shut down due to lack of funds.  What exactly does this mean to the average American?  I'm no financial expert but it occurs to me that government employees won't get a pay cheque, people on government subsidies won't get a pay cheque, infrastructure won't get repaired, the military won't get a pay cheque..........  How does this happen?  Will taxes go up?  Will the government somehow have to refinance and increase the debt load on all Americans?  If all the sources of loaned money the American government has been running on lo these many years decide to claim the amount due, who then will own the country?  Can anyone own a country?  Will this make the USA a third world country?  How many years has it taken for this disaster to build up and why wasn't someone doing something about it before now?  When you and I notice that there isn't enough money to go around we cut back on something.....the frills go first, yes?  Most of us know that you can't keep borrowing money to cover your shortfall.  You either cut back here and there or you get another source of income ie a job.  
How does the American dollar drain affect other countries?  How can a country so inept at handling their own finances even begin to negotiate trade deals?  I have more questions than answers.  More questions than a simple blog post by a simple (and probably simple minded) woman has room for.  Any answers?  Anyone?

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Using Wednesday's Words


Words for Wednesday is a series of weekly writing prompts designed to get our creative juices flowing.  A group of us take it turn about to provide the prompts on a monthly basis.  This month the words are provided by Cindi of Letting the Words Escape.  You can find her in my sidebar.
This week the words are:
birthday, robbery, earthquake, execution, Pooh, Paris
and/or
Hepburn, ferry, murder, rolling, ledger, and Tobruk.



The old accountant closed the final ledger for the day and, rolling his chair back from the desk, reached for the gift bag he had stashed under his desk at noon.  A gift for his grandson's birthday, the Pooh bear would be received with joyous squeals, of this he was certain.
He glanced across the street to where the jewellery store robbery took place the day before.  The streets of Paris were no longer a safe and comforting place he mused.  The episode had hit the public like an earthquake disrupting the peaceful flow of life in the community.  
The jeweller was a personal friend of his and while  the man had not been murdered he had been badly injured.  He would drop in to see him at the hospital before he took the ferry to his son's home in London.  He had located a vintage movie poster of Catherine Hepburn, his friends all time favourite star, as a gift for the man he would in all likelihood never see again.  That is, as long as things went as planned.
Smiling grimly he fondled the Pooh bear and explored one more time the secret internal pouch that would be removed once he set foot on England's soil.  He would not return to Paris and his dusty little office.  No, never again, he thought.  All in all, a well executed job.  To bad about his old friend but, he would recover.  No harm no foul. After the birthday party he would set sail for the Port of Tobruk and a glorious retirement.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

My Finger's On The Button

Just a few days ago there was a false alarm regarding nuclear attack in Hawaii that sent people scrambling for whatever form of safety they could find.  Now, Japan has had a similar occurrence.  This is just an indication of how 'on edge' the planet is these days and how ready we all are to press the panic button.   I am thinking that this state of mind is as dangerous, if not more so, than the actual nuclear weapons themselves.

Monday, 15 January 2018

Too Bad

Last week the news featured a young elementary school girl who reported being attacked on the sidewalk by a scissor wielding white man who slashed her hijab (now I know I probably spelled that wrong but if you read it the way I spelled it, it will sound right).   Her little brother was there when it happened and reported how scared he was for his sister.  Her mother made an appearance as well with her face covered with what to me anyway appeared to be a jerry rigged face cover.  Anyway, everyone was righteously indignant for this littler girls sake and even the Prime Minister weighed in.  Well, it turns out, the whole thing was a fabrication (polite term for telling a whopper).  Now more questions arise in my mind.  Was this just a childish prank or something more sinister?  Was the mother involved?  One thing for sure....this did not do the Muslim community any good.

Sunday, 14 January 2018

End of an Era

The very last day for Sears in Canada.   We dropped in for a few minutes just to say we walked around Sears on the last day.  Nothing left but some fixtures they were selling off.  They had an amazing amount of floor space there.   It's the end of an era.   We had such great stores here when we were young and right on up into our adult years...we had Eatons, Sears, Woolworths, Steadmans....great old stores and great memories of them.  Now about the only department stores we have left are The Bay and Wallymart.  The Bay is upper crust and pricey, Wallymart is, well, Wallymart.  It's just not going to be the same.  Well, nothing stays the same.  We don't stay the same either.  I'm not sure if it's progress or not though.

Saturday, 13 January 2018

Picture Perfect

Picture this if you will;  a group of men and women sitting in a cosy conference room at City Hall while outside sub zero temps and raging winds pluck at the outer wear of countless transit riding citizens.  They are upset (the City staff, not the citizens) because they keep getting phone calls from irate citizens saying things like, "the timetable posted here at the bus stop says the bus should be here but it's NOT".  "I know how to fix this issue." says one 'stable genius' (to coin a phrase).  "All we have to do is take down the time tables."  "Yippee....great idea."  And so the timetables came down and a sign that advises "there's an app for that' went up.  The same group of folks four days later are now visibly upset because of all the complaint calls they are getting that the timetables are no longer posted.  What do do, what to do?  Of course, why didn't we think of it sooner.  Put the signs back up.  Yes fellow citizens of Guelph, this is where our tax dollars are going, to the removal, reprinting and replacing of timetables at the bus stops.  Obviously not one of those morons has ever been standing at a frigid bus stop for twenty minutes or more wondering where the bus is.  When your fingers are frozen together and your eyebrows are frosted from your breath and the bus is LATE you want a real person to talk to, not some cold and heartless app that tells you what you already know...that the dang bus is LATE.

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Using Wednesday's Words

Wednesdays Words can be found at Letting The Words Escape....check my sidebar.  This week we have a quite a selection.

Here we go:

With a final crash of the keyboard the jazz pianist rose from his bench and bid the audience farewell, bowing low to the King in his royal box.
"Finally." he thought.  Now he was free to attend to his own business.  The avalanche had been cleared from the only road out of the canyon and Wyatt could fly to his Annie's side just in time for their marriage.  The packers had all his belongings loaded in the lodge  bus.  His supper of the retreats famous meat pie was set out and waiting for him.  In just under twelve hours he would be with Annie...forever.
"Excuse me Sir.  Our Supreme Ruler requests yet another number from you if you would be so kind."