Posted on Monday…after all, i am a curmudgeon

i was just wondering what all of those folks on every visual medium: television, talk shows, interviews, etc. are going to have on their bookshelves when ebooks the books i can feel and smell.

i am trying to envision shelves crammed with old iPads, iPhones, smart phones, and all sorts of electronic gizmos used to read ebooks.

i don’t think it will have the same aura.

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i have been observing friend, good friends, even on occasion myself, espouse their political viewpoints in winner-take-all, vindictive comments on social media.

Today, it occurred to me that if all of this rock throwing against each other could be channelled into getting rid of the clowns at the top, all parties, and we put our efforts into term and age limits for all politicians, how much things could be better.

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A glorious weekend for an old Southern boy:

Friday night, Maureen sponsored me cooking one of my (few) favorite meals. She found and bought okra (a difficult find in the Southwest corner). i cooked the goofy guy’s meal that relates but is not exactly like many Southern dishes: okra, Tennessee Pride Country Sausage, onions, mushrooms, and diced tomatoes, adding a bunch of spices of which i wing it. Served with my cornbread (Maureen prefers my cornbread to cornpone, and i struck to the basics, foregoing my usual side of cornpone.

Saturday, we had a late lunch at Rod and Joann’s La Jolla home. They had prepared a wonderful traditional Irish meal of corned beef, beets, rutabagas, potatoes and corned beef with Irish soda bread.

Tonight (Sunday), we had Maureen’s salad with the leftover cornbread, Maureen buttered and heated. i finished off the cornbread with molasses (wishing it was Southern sorghum molasses).

My stomach is happy and so am i.