Continued Confessions

with Election Countdown

Who knew that a drip could cause so much agita? I started writing about the water in my basement, but honestly I can’t get my knickers in a twist any more today. I’ll just hope to get it fixed before too long.

And now on to politics. I just watched Mary Trump and the Nerd Avengers while I ate my lunch. Among all the other wonderful discussion there was an absolutely fabulous video from Tara Setmayer and her Seneca Project to galvanize women and protect democracy. Definitely worth watching, and if I were technologically inclined I would include a link. But I have resolved to try very hard to stay with the writing part of Substack and use my words for now.

Quite frankly, it is overwhelming to me the amount of information and its opposite that is available at everyone’s fingertips. For instance, I was so aghast to see Dr. Phil at Madison Square Garden that I googled him to find out what on earth had happened to him. So many stories about him and Dr. Oz selling CBD gummies that I could almost believe that he had gone batshit crazy. But honestly I don’t have time to track down the veracity of these soundbites. My working life has been spent tracking the truth of property exchanges, and I know how convoluted and difficult that can become when people are trying to hide things. I think I shared earlier that just for fun during the pandemic I researched the old post office hotel mess in Washington as well as doing some digging into Atlantic City records. It is depressing to know that money can buy so many people, and it is frankly exhausting to attempt to keep up with their deviance.

So, as always, I’ll end on a positive note. My newspaper tells me that Alexander McCall Smith has issued the latest edition of his No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series. The title is TheGreat Hippopotamus Hotel, and I can’t wait to see what Mma Ramotswe and her friends are up to now.

VOTE BLUE

TTFN