I’m sitting at the computer typing and sweating. It’s not a pretty sight. The weatherman spilled the bad news on the noon news. He don’t care, the studio is air conditioned. I can pray for a passing thunderstorm, but that might not happen. It’s our turn. In New England we’re supposed to have temperate weather, except May, June, July, August and September. There’s no escape because folks up here have an sense that tells them when the weatherguy is lying. They head for any one of the lakes, ponds or beaches that our state has early in the morning and sit around in a tee shirt waiting for the heat. When it comes, they strip off the tee and bask in the unfiltered sunlight. If the beaches are crowded, we invade Rhode Island. There it’s a win-win. They have some fine seafood shacks for lobster rolls and fried clams. Connecticut has great stops but a lot of our beaches are private or dry docks for submarines. Basically we live with the temps. AC is required or at least a window fan to move the air around. Fans serve as a hair dryer and coolant after those tepid showers we take before bed.

The great food processor search is over. Ebay got me a moderately priced machine. Maybe I should warn the mail carrier that a moderately heavy package is coming. She’ll appreciate that. Maybe a cool drink if the day is hot. Nothing’s too good for our postal workers. I almost became a mail carrier was turned down because I didn’t have the personality required to deliver mail. I got a mid-sized model with all the disks and knives needed to relieve me of the mind numbing task of chopping vegetables. I really don’t hate doing it, I’m just lazy.

It’s election year. As if you didn’t notice all those people sending you mail and popping up on the nightly news telling you they’re better than the other guy. They are all lying to you, even the guy you thought had your best interests at heart. They’re like the guy you see sitting outside the market holding a sign saying “Out of work, need money for food”. We try to ignore the guy or toss him change left over from checkout. Politicians are always looking for work. If they’re out they’ll do anything to get in, even those who call themselves outsiders. The people who’ve got the job want to hold onto it because, at first, they believe they can implement change, later on they really want to be members of the club. It’s an ego tip, basically. “Nyah,nyah, nyah. I’m special and you’re not. I can’t get laid off.”  The ins send you daily messages about how they helped you or fought the other party to keep you safe from Big Government or Too Small Government. Along the way I’ve offered websites to check this election year. Some are unpopular but you’ve got to look at both sides, or all five. I’m not telling you who to vote for, just vote. Be informed.

See you on Monday.

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