Cry me a river, bankers.

Hey folks,
I've been so caught up in the whirlwind of Washington DC that I have ignored my blog. Unfortunately for me, we are absolutely forbidden to blog at work (above all other things that we could do on the internet) so I have to wait until I come home. By then I'm either tipsy or exhausted and it doesn't happen. Fortunately, I just had to get rid of my cable because I couldn't afford it, so I will have more free time on my hands. When I was paying an exorbitant amount for cable I felt that I ought to be watching it all the time.
Lots of bankers from JP Morgan Chase, Citibank, and Smith Barney called the office today crying aobut the possible loss of their bonuses if the Senate approves S. 651 (HR. 1586). "It will ruin my life!" one man wailed. I told him that losing a loved one would ruin his life, but losing his bonus would merely alter it significantly. He agreed.
So many of the people were whining as if their bubble of privilege had never been pricked. It was amusing, and hard to grasp. One person couldn't understand why my boss would vote for the tax on bonuses and he was a political science major. It was utterly bizarre.
Okay I'm exhausted. That's all for now. Must pick out an outfit for tomorrow and floss my teeth. In that order.

PS - I added the picture of the flowers because I love orchids. There was a room dedicated to them at the National Botanic Gardens.

RIP Paul

From left to right: Leon, Hugh, Dwight, Donna, Coloma and Paul Glenn. c. 1918


Paul Stanley Glenn died this morning at 5:35 a.m. He was 95 years old - so he had as long a life as anyone can ask for. He was in a lot of pain, though and it sounds like death did not come easily.
I will miss him. I will miss his link to the past - he is the last of the generation that saw two world wars, the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl, and the decimation of hegemonic white patriarchy. Apparently, he was rather cantankerous and gave his wife a hard time. I remember him as a jeweler (and I loved jewelry!), an old man with a big heart for his grand-nieces, and a gardener/apiarist.
I just feel so sad. I wish I could go to the funeral. He and my grandma were close and whenever I visited her (which I did at least once a year) we would usually visit Paul and Margaret in their home in Golden, CO. He is another lost link to my grandmother. sigh.
The funeral will be next Saturday. I send my love out into the universe, hopefully it will reach him somewhere. Hopefully he is near my grandmother now.