Just another Wednesday

I’ve been so spoiled lately, enjoying the up and down fall weather. Today may be the beginning of the end of our changeable autumnal interlude though. It’s cold and dreary and definitely feels more like a preamble to winter. At least we still have Thanksgiving to look forward to before we settle in for our long winter’s nap.

Nothing all that exciting is going on today, which I’m eternally grateful for. After the last week, I’m more than happy to just be sitting at my desk and working. And blogging, of course. Being the owner of a small business, there was only us to change out the furniture in our office. The excitement of redecorating fades quickly once the heavy lifting starts. What a mess it was. Yes, I love the new furnishings. But I’m still exhausted. In the middle of the melee my daughter came home from college to visit. So it was a juggling act, making sure we got this job done by Tuesday morning (monday was the holiday) and spent enough time with her. Add to that my father-in-law just having moved out of my daughter’s room into his new apartment and needing…everything….plus my husband heading up to Syracuse for all of Saturday to watch a friend race, and you’ve got a recipe for abject weariness.

When I told my son that I was looking forward to the work week starting, he was confused and asked why? Didn’t I enjoy relaxing on the weekend? He is such a funny boy. So smart. So bright. He makes me laugh.

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Remember, remember…

So it seems a very large group of people have, spontaneously, occupied the Wall Street area of New York City to protest. What they are protesting, and the “event” itself seems to me an evolving melange, a creature with many tentacles beginning to reach in too many directions with no one real focus.

What are their demands? Can something so disorganized really hope to accomplish anything? And what would be the measure of any accomplishment they might secure?

Yes, people want jobs. A good friend of mine, today, will witness the auctioning off of his home. But what do these folks on the streets REALLY want to see happen? There are every kind of sign you could imagine down there. The poor will eat the rich, bankers are the devil, at least one saying something about the Federal Reserve (one of the real culprits IMHO). There are even signs that say “Welcome Home”, whatever that is referring to.

I do understand the iconographic meaning behind the Guy Fawkes masks, but I wonder if the folks wearing them all do. I mean, old Guido WAS part of a plot to actually KILL people. With a lot of gunpowder. November 5 is more a celebration, or was originally anyway, of his failure rather than the success he never attained. So the overuse of the masks is both amusing and somewhat worrisome.

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