It’s not all doom and gloom.

I’m forgetting all about all that political crap.

Here are two pictures which have cheered me up. Both were taken by my daughter, Julie. I may have already published the one about the first day of school (Having sometimers, I don’t remember).  but if I have, sorry. 

first day of first grade

 

This picture was taken in August and in the two months since, she has become a champion reader and a pretty good math person. The take aways, however, are very hard.

It’s getting close to Halloween and yesterday evening, Riley was invited to a dress up, Halloween party at the Colts complex. From the looks of the following picture, it must have been a very active occasion. 

Even angels need to rest.

One more week.

And it will be all over. The TV and radio people will have to quit dining on caviar and go back to eating beans and meat loaf like the rest of us for the next four years. 

I’m also hoping that the general malaise I feel every time I log on to this blog will go away. The log on page brings with it a bunch of links to other blogs and by the time I’ve read a few of them, I no longer feel like saying anything.

I am going to scream in just a minute.

If Barack Obama tells me one more time that he’s going to cut health insurance rates and force those same insurance companies to accept pre-existing conditions of people who don’t have insurance.  That commercial must run a half dozen times an hour and has for the past month. I can’t listen anymore.

Not only is the repetition bad. It’s an out and out falsehood. The reasoning is impossible. Mr. Obama might get them to lower rates or he might get them to accept pre-existing conditions (although I seriously doubt it.) but not both.

Insuring pre-existing conditions is the same thing as having a car wreck and then expecting an auto insurance company to give you some insurance to pay for it. It’s not going to happen. The next thing you know, he’ll be telling us that we can buy houses we can’t afford.  

I don’t know who to be madder at;  Obama  or the people who believe all that crap. Just tell us the truth, Barack. We’re big people. We can handle it. Why not just say that you will create some sort of catastrophe fund for those times when bad things happen to good people?

Please stop pandering, Barack.  I don’t know if you realize it or not but you’re promoting class warfare with this us versus them strategy. We’re never going to get this country together as long as you and the people on the other side are doing that.

You have the election wrapped up. The economy and the media have made sure of that. Start remembering that you’re going to be President of the whole country and not just the Diane Sawyer and Michael Moore’s  of this world.

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Perhaps another Rachael Ray.

It’s hard to be down in the mouth about the economy or mouthy ass politicians when you got a little kid around the place working on a gingerbread house.

The chin is not hurt. It’s icing.

We haven’t tasted it yet.

It helped for a while.

I have sat helplessly for the past couple of weeks and watched the Economy carry a good part of our future down the drain. My head tells me that we should not go galivanting off south for the winter and I should get a job and lay low until this all blows over. My heart tells me that if I do that, then things will never be the same.  

We got the opportunity to visit the Oliver Winery today for a picnic and a bit of wine tasting. We had never been there although we have driven by the place probably a thousand times.  It’s located just north of Bloomington and is a beautiful place.

entrance to Oliver Winery

 

We sampled dry whites and reds, some semi sweet stuff and Susie even got into a Port dessert wine. It’s amazing what 5 or 6 samples of wine will do for your outlook on life.

The winery makes a very good Sauvigon Blanc and a great Pinot Grigio (to my way of thinking). After the sampling we dove into Subway sandwiches that we bought along the way.

I bought a bottle of the Sauvigon Blanc for lunch and Susie and I put it away. The wine had a predictable reaction.

By the time we left, I had forgotten about the economy. Of course, when we got home and found the Dow had dropped almost 700 points…….