Thinking about signing up for Netflix because I keep finding myself adding to the imaginary movie queue in my mind. This consumer minded impulse is inspired by a clever take on the classic joke. Reality is as strange as fiction and sometimes it is funny because it’s true.
Illinois House Agricultural Committee passes anti-abortion measure
Rep. Deborah Mell, a Chicago Democrat, was one of the two members voting against the bills and criticized the assignment to a committee that generally handles farming issues.
“We’re not talking about abortions for cows and pigs, right? We’re talking about women?” she said.
Insert your favorite breeder joke here. I’m too tired to laugh at this anymore.
The early dark has me feeling tired and melancholy. Loads to do at home before Christmas and sprinting to the finish at work.
I’m distracted by a couple of health issues. No worries, I am feeling fine. Just frustrated dealing with the medipharminsurancopoly. My liquid gold renewal is hung up in red tape and another doctor casually prescribed me a med that was completely inappropriate for me. It’s a good thing I can read and understand the package insert.
This morning we woke to a chilly 55° indoors. The oil company we pay for auto-fill service neglected to top off our tank last spring and we ran out of oil before winter set in. Luckily a tech was out to give us an emergency 10 gallon and service our furnace before mid-afternoon. I should be pleased by the quick Saturday service call except the same thing happened last year. Time to shop for a new oil provider. Any suggestions?
The remains of my grandfather’s garden and orchard, once locally famous for it’s tomatoes, strawberries, sweet corn and apples.
Milkweeds are the sole source of food for Monarch butterfly larvae and one of my favorite native Midwestern plants.
