Squirrel gives me sass. Taken with my phone camera, August 2008
Another ridiculous water/sewer bill arrived from the county today. $660 plus change. You might recall we had this problem before. It came to nothing and we paid the bill because you can’t fight City Hall.
We are dealing with automation, a truck comes by once a month and “reads” the meter usage. County officials say these instruments are “working perfectly”. i.e., we must have a leak. So, we go through the same process again…dye in the toilets, etc. I miss the days of the meter reader, but alas, they are gone, and now we deal with government bureaucrats.
Ah well, my new pot arrived today. No, I didn’t consciously destroy my 50-year old pot so I could buy a new one. The new pot, just the right size to make soup for two is exactly what I need. I’ve been trying different recipes and found a few I really like, such as a beans and kale soup. I mean what’s better than beans and greens in a soup on a grey day with “pretend” snow. The only thing I need now is a new stove, but fat chance of getting one with those water bills. At least the bills come addressed to me these days. For a while it was as if I didn’t exist, because although we think we think we are an enlightened society, if you live with a man with a different last name, the bureaucrats send the bills to him. As I’ve taken over the paying of bills, I want them in my name. If I predecease David he can get them changed again.
Brother D stopped by to visit yesterday with Kathy. I thanked him for not bringing that scary Franciscan with him. I’ve had it with religious orthodoxy.
I finished the The Barbarous Years, by Bailyn, and although I hoped human relations might improve when he got to the Massachusetts Bay Colony, they did not. The same intolerance, in-fighting and internecine conflict existed. And it wasn’t just Whites and Indians treating each other horrifically, it was Indians and Indians, and Whites and Whites. Everyone was afraid of the Iroquois who ate people.
I am convinced Americans have been a rowdy bunch from their inception. And the murder of the three Muslims in NC over a parking space is the same old, same old. How depressing.
I’ll visit my blog friends later today. At least we get along.