
Vegas constantly amazes. The Las Vegas Sun article today reporting Harry Reid's request to President Obama that Las Vegas and Reno be removed from any sort of "No go list" is trashed by constituents of Nevada.
Caution! We are out there! We have replaced walkers and hearing aids with cell phones and computers! We text and we blog! We also TiVo,Twitter and You Tube. Don't underestimate us!
At a private company I asked to use the restroom.
Led to a nice private staff restroom(more like your bathroom at home) I noticed changes
Oh, how standards have lowered!
No toilet seat covers! You know, those paper, flushable covers every woman demanded, lest she sit her backside on a toilet seat crawling with germs-omg! deadly germs someone may have left behind!
No more! I remember before these little paper hoops appeared, I would walk into a stall and behold! The circle of toilet paper to protect the precious tush!!
I don't even see those rings anymore-women must be squatting a lot or just plopping onto the seats.
Next I noticed-no more bacterial hand soaps! Just standard get it at the warehouse soap in a container! Dryers? Nah
Those little towel holders which come out in a roll? Uh uh-just plain old brown paper towels from Sam's Club or some other wholesale outlet.
Amazing how society lowers standards to save money!
Bottled water? Drinking fountain is over there..
Private hand sanitizer wipes? Bring them yourself.
I guess we will just have to share germs -until we can afford our group neurosis once again!
to utter a succession of small, tremulous sounds, as a bird. |
2. | to talk lightly and rapidly, esp. of trivial matters; chatter. |
3. | to titter; giggle. |
4. | to tremble with excitement or the like; be in a flutter. Let's go with number two. Who cares about your trivial mundane activities? You do. For some unfathomable reason you believe others are fascinated by you. Your every moment is twittered. Getting in a cab to meet Sasha for lunch at a new trendy restaurant. Hanging a fascinating new picture discovered in a junk shop! Celebrities twitter pictures of themselves in the shower. Pictures of their shoes. The ultimate narcissism. Mindless twittering by twits. |
Missouri State Representative Cynthia Davis is one tough cookie. Last week she opposed subsidizing school lunches for low income children during summer months saying, “Hunger can be a positive motivator.” This is excellent news considering 1 in 5 Missouri kids is living in hunger, so that state is due for a productivity boon.
It is 1962 and free school lunch is non existent. A little seven year old girl wakes and prepares for school. Her five sister and brothers and mother continue sleeping. The flu continues its round robin of family members.
She is so tired of sickness and hungry. Rummaging through the kitchen she discovers a piece of hardened cheese, bread , a wrinkled apple. She places it in a bag, unwrapped, searches through the mound of clothing on the floor of the bedroom she shares with her five siblings. Grabbing a pair of pants, a tee shirt and her shoes, she dresses quickly and walks to the bus stop.
She doesn’t notice her clothing is wrinkled and dirty. She isn’t aware of the smirks and stares. Her radar shut out the jeers and mocks in kindergarten. School is the one place she finds safety from the violence, abuse, and unpredictability of her home. Treasures are the discoveries in reading, passion is the expression in writing , adventure is the mysteries of science-all these are gold nuggets -free!
Her stomach growls after an hour of sitting in the classroom. She tries to ignore it. No breakfast but she has SOMETHING to eat for lunch. She drinks water from the fountain on the way to gym class, hoping the shakiness in her legs disappears.
Mrs. Kelly, her second grade teacher stands and talks with the gym teacher. The little girl hovers near the teacher. She leans towards her to stop the shakiness in her legs.
Shadows get in the way of her vision. She begins to see little dark patches between her teacher and the floor. Her hands begin to shake and she reaches out to the teacher.
She folds her arms around Mrs. Kelley’s legs and slides to the floor.
Her last thought?
What a safe place to die.