Observations from the Window, a Rainy Day

It’s raining in the Village so I’m just vegging away the afternoon in my window. Any remnants of the great blizzard are washed away leaving a grey film of salt, and god only knows what, covering everything. But I’m looking down on the most amazing sight. Snow shovel dude from the blizzard (l) is now selling umbrellas across the street. If this is the Village version of an almanac I can’t wait till he is selling sunscreen!

I really think I should be reading now. I love to read and don’t do it nearly enough anymore. There was a time I devoured books. I would read four or five month not to mention the piles of magazines and papers I would get. I think any mail person I have ever had has hated me. At the moment I have five books started ….

• The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi. This is an awesome sci-fi novel. The one im reading most now.
• The Greatest Day in History by Nicholus Best. Non fiction about the last days of WWI.
• The Land of Green Plums by Herta Muller. A novel about young people in Ceausescu’s Romania.
• Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino. I have been reading this off and on for what seems like forever. Should I just give up?

I was wondering. Did Cinderella really wear those glass slippers or are they just a metaphor for endless possibilities if you believe in yourself? I feel like I’m living a fairytale of sorts. But this one is all too real. I keep looking around the corner for the hole where I fall thru to a different tale.

I don’t want to say I’m losing faith in the Obama administration totally but when it comes to gay rights some things never seem to change. The White House refuses to comment on whether the repeal of DADT (Don’t Ask Don’t Tell) will happen this year. They say they aren’t worried. But than they weren’t too worried about losing the Kennedy seat in the Senate either. If we lose the House or Senate in the fall any gay rights agenda is doomed. It increasingly looks like the LGBT community has no serious influence in the White House. As I said some things never change.

And where have you gone Hannah Teter?

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