hearts still afield...

glad I have a passport...a Canadian one

If she becomes VP

Blog Action Day for Poverty.

"Poverty" was so 80's. Live Aid really hit home since it was the first year I was buying my own groceries. Wow, I can't believe I just said that. But isn't that just the (North) American way? Except that on a national scale awareness usually happens in reverse, when the western economy is good the guilt kicks in. Now what? I don't think we are thinking Ethiopia when we say "Poverty" today. My architect/farmer/carpenter neighbor is "desperate" for work. I can't hire him to help me bring the Creamery up to code until I figure out how to pay my property tax. And my health insurance. And my various oil bills. Listen, I am not claiming poverty, not yet. But I am considering hoarding some of the scrap gold left over from the crown set. The band boys may not find pharmaceuticals stored in that hatch out front, but they might find gold. Sarah Palin says it is bourgeois to study abroad (or carry a passport?). So walk or take the bus, Greyhound or Metro, if you want to study "Poverty" up close.



P.S. My local naturalist says the squirrels are also skinny this year so I put a few locals in my budget plan...they are easier to feed than Alanzo (the carpenter neighbor) who still weighs a good 240 I'd say.

hearts afield...

Whoever conceived of this die hard romance, thank you. Each day it is a deeper red and a perfect gauge. I dread the winter version.

Shaman

Algerville has a blacksmith. He is also my shaman. One needs a shaman when one lives in the country.