A pretty good look at the history of Republican tax cuts, in reference to Trump’s tax cut proposal (if a one-page description can be called such): http://ritholtz.com/2017/04/republican-tax-cut-myth/ by @BruceBartlett.
We would all be better off if everyone had paid more attention to Jimmy Carter when he was president. He’s still worth paying attention to now: http://www.theage.com.au/federal-politics/losing-my-religion-for-equality-20090714-dk0v.html
In related news, I’m planning to start using the “image” and “link” post types for sharing photos and links.
All appear on my website as well as in my microblog (which is really the point).
If I ever own a restaurant, the menu is going to have an artichoke hearts of darkness salad.
The complex layers of post-storm clouds, blowing past in different directions at different altitudes, make dramatic patterns in the early morning sunlight.
Since going low-carb a year ago, omelettes have been a breakfast mainstay. To provide some variety (besides mixing up the fillings—a lot of onion, peppers of various colors and hotnesses, sometimes a little smoked meat), I’ve taken to adding various spices: most often paprika, turmeric, and black pepper.
Yesterday the turmeric wasn’t in its spot in the spice rack, but I saw a spice jar out on the counter and had already added some to my omelette before realized that it was not turmeric, but rather nutmeg.
So, my gratitude for yesterday was that an omelette with nutmeg turns out to be delicious. (Who would have thought?)
My gratitude for today is that, having gotten my carb consumption back down after letting it creep up while we had visitors and then again after Jackie’s big walk, I’ve once again got my allergy symptoms under control, and have my weight (which had crept up as well) back down to exactly where I want it.
Rapunzel was poorly yesterday. In the morning it was just some weakness in her front legs that we’d seen before, but in the early afternoon it got much worse—rather abruptly, she was unable to stand.
I tried carrying her to her food and her water and her litter box, but being unable to stand, she couldn’t make use of them.
At bedtime I put her in one of her favorite nighttime spots, then laid down on the floor next to her for a long time.
In the morning we found that she’d somehow made her way downstairs under her own power and curled up on the floor in the living room. She still couldn’t stand, still wouldn’t take water even when I brought her water dish to her, even when I tried holding her up.
I called the vet and made an appointment for mid-afternoon.
The vet examined her and offered a new diagnosis. Before, when it was just the front-leg weakness, the doctor had thought it might be a nerve problem, perhaps pinched where they exited her spine. Based on how things had progressed and her other symptoms, the vet now thought it was probably a brain tumor.
She offered to get us an emergency consult with a veterinary neurologist, but that didn’t seem promising. Rapunzel was a very old cat. If they found a brain tumor, what could they do? I doubt if she would have survived either surgery or chemotherapy. I didn’t see any prospect for a return to health, nor a long life. The vet agreed that euthanasia was probably the best choice.
So this afternoon Jackie and I said goodbye to Rapunzel after 17 years.
The image at the top is how I remember Rapunzel. She always liked to be on top of things. But here are another few pictures.
Here is our best picture of Rapunzel as a kitten. I haven’t liked to show this one around, because I didn’t think much of it as a picture of me, but it’s such a good picture of Rapunzel I’m letting that go.
Rapunzel always liked to get into things. I actually have a bunch of pictures of that—Rapunzel in baskets, Rapunzel in buckets, Rapunzel in boxes, Rapunzel in drawers, Rapunzel in the sink. But here is a picture of Rapunzel in the loom, shoving her face through the warp threads.
Finally, here’s a picture of the way I imagine Rapunzel would have been looking at us toward the end, if she’d been still able to jump up to the window sill. (In actual fact, this picture was taken when we were running the vacuum cleaner, and she was looking on disapprovingly, waiting for us to stop.)
Rapunzel was the best cat. She was friendly and fierce. She tolerated us and never held a grudge. She could get along on her own just fine, but was always glad to see us. She sat in Jackie’s lap most mornings. Instead of sitting in my lap, she liked to climb into my arms when I sat at the computer—and I was happy hold her, although it made it hard to type.
Good bye Rapunzel. Thank you for 17 wonderful years. We already miss you terribly.
The headline makes me think of the old joke: Eat plain food, take cold showers, sleep on the floor, abstain from sex, tobacco, and alcohol. Maybe you won’t live forever, but it will seem like forever.
A good article on mindfulness anyway.
From The Guardian.
The tax return I filed online more than a day earlier was “accepted” by the IRS 8 minutes before midnight last night.
My dad and his wife are visiting!