Hubby, who once had a very secret clearance, received a message this week that hackers who broke into the Office of Personnel Management’s computers may have compromised his data. In other words, the feds lost his personal information.
I’ll say this up front, anyone who thinks that Edward Snowden is or was a hero needs her head examined, as Dad used to say. Anyone betrays their government is a traitor, a turncoat, an enemy.
I feel slightly guilty. Slightly. Thursday was a very good day. I finally bought a new chair for me. My ratty old chair is threadbare, and now even the slipcover my granddaughter made is ratty. A combination of wear and tear from me and parrots and dogs.
The photo above shows samples of the woodwork and fabric for my new chair which under construction in NC, i.e., made in the USA.
All kinds of ‘self talk’ went through my head, such as “Why are you buying a new chair at your age…you will probably die before you wear it out!” Well too bad, negative self, I gave my sofa to my daughter and have been using friend’s chair to fill the space.
Besides, I intend to have my old chair recovered in a fabric with big flowers, chrysanthemums or peonies. I’ve wanted a chair like this ever since I saw one in an episode of Adam Dalgliesh where the detective interviewed a little old lady witness who lived in a cottage along a river. Odd perhaps, but when I watch those English mysteries, I always look at the settings, especially the furniture.
My new chair is called the Fairfax, after Lord Fairfax…a local eighteenth century Tory who packed up his family and moved back to England because he was loyal to the British Crown. His daughter was Anne Fairfax, George Washington’s first love.