The peace of the am

This is my time of day. It is silent except for the music in my headphones. No one is asking for anything or yelling my name. No telephones ringing. I actually write and pray sometimes. Whatever works, correct? I am enjoying this morning especially as I start my first day of work tomorrow at my new restaurant, doing what I love. Serving the masses. I have always thought that serving someone a plate of food is rather intimate. I like waiting on the single elderly person who comes in to eat, not really for the food, but for some conversation and to bask in the warmth of other humans. That brings me joy. I am a little nervous, the menu and slang down here is VERY different. I am a trooper. The owner of the restaurant is a local legend. She made her start selling fried chicken, which brought in many people of color faithfully. This is still the south and she pissed off a lot of people. She didn't care. With the chicken money she saved and bought the bigger restaurant. Her business is thriving. I am still having trouble with how racial certain people are here. It is blatant in some parts of town. Race is not my issue. My issue is that we should all buy American made everything. It is about being an American and loving your country. Your local grocer should be able to communicate with you in your native tongue, not his. That I do have strong feelings about. I don't think it is acceptable to use non-American labor for pennies. How can a man compete in any labor market, if one man will work for $6 an hour and the other is used to making $24 an hour. At least the American man puts his money back into the American economy, not sending it back to his motherland. So that is my dribble for today. The house is awakening and the day must begin..

Hope you don't live in South Carolina and are on unemployment

This is unbelievable. The people of South Carolina who collect unemployment can't get paid, as apparently there is no money to pay them with. How can this happen? They are telling these people to wait patiently and it will be resolved. Sorry, but what the fuck kind of answer is this? What happens when you get your Social Security check and find out that you can't cash it as there is no money for that either? Time to tuck that cash under the damn mattress again, and not spend. South Carolina should be mortified and embarrassed. Let the audits begin.

Cobblers and Tailors Thriving!

Watched the news this morning and found a little bit of joy. Guess what? People are now repairing their clothing and shoes. That's right. The cobblers and tailors of our country are reporting that business has increased tremendously for them. The Good Wills and Thrift Stores of America are thriving. Remember patching your jeans? Resoling your favorite shoes? I think it is wonderful. I have children that think cobbler is either apple or peach at your local buffet. The generation of the throwaway nation. Please, that old blouse that you think is not fashionable, donate it. Might keep someone warm this winter. Eyeglasses, coats, hell anything you can think of. The recession is still in its earliest phase. Wait til the commerial loans start crashing. Just like the industrious squirrel stores his nuts for later times, so should we. No matter how bad you think you have it, do a good deed today. Remember is could be raining missles.

Vitamin D!

My mind is clear. All the Baltimore toxins are becoming a distant memory. It was 80 degrees today. I grabbed an old paperback and layed on my pier. The sun beat down on my bones. Baking in the sun in December is a beautiful thing. I must purchase a camera. There a pictures that need to be taken. Bucolic bliss is a remedy that should be touted more often.