I have friends and family members who are able to afford health insurance for the first time in their lives. People who work harder than anyone I know. People who should not have to lose everything they own if they get sick or hurt.
And thank-you, President Obama.
No. It is not a perfect program but it is far, far better than nothing. And why Republicans can't see that is beyond me. They would literally rather see people die than to back off their jingoistic, lobby-fueled, Obama-hating, tea-party-ass-kissing lines drawn in the sand.
Here we are.
And in Lloyd news, I sliced that tomato this morning. It's an heirloom tomato variety. The Cherokee Purple, and its color is such that vegetarians might be put off. I swear- it looks more like an organ than a vegetable.
It could indeed be accurately described as "meaty."
I toasted some of the bread I made last night and cooked some bacon. Miracle Whip (Mr. Moon's favorite) was applied generously to the bread. And salt and pepper to those tomatoes.
My fellow was happy.
"It tastes like a tomato!" he said. And it did. A real tomato, not one of those tomato-like things you buy in the store.
I think tonight I will bake some focaccia bread and we will eat that with tomatoes and olive oil and basil. Maybe a little grilled eggplant. With mozzarella. And sliced cucumbers on the side. My god, we are so rich!
I'm not leaving town today. Waiting on more word. I hate to be so cryptic but privacy must be considered and respected.
And that's about it. I took a walk. The beauty berries have their tiny blooms.
I want to weed today and I want to learn how to download audio books from the library and I want to write a real letter. Those are my goals.
Not a bad life, is it?