The House, The Senate, The Swimming Pool

Well, the Republicans were clobbered. Fancy that. A few years ago it seemed every thing was going their way. Now the Democrats will have to show that they are of better judgement. I have some doubts, but at least now that they have to work together, maybe the compromises will be better then what went before.

As quoted in San Francisco Chronicle today, Bush said "Look, people say unfortunate things at times, /.../. But if you hold grudges in this line of work, you're never going to get anything done." That was in regard to the harsh words Nancy Pelosi has said about him. Perhaps he should think along similar lines when dealing with Iran, North Korea and other obnoxious regimes. You need not like them, but please talk to them. Deal with them.

I went swimming this evening, indoors of course. The lights were dimmed and they were playing classical music, Vivaldi I believe. It might have been rather nice and relaxing, but they were playing it far to loud! It wasn't soothing at all, rather the opposite. It might have looked (sounded) good on paper, but in reality, well, I'm sorry, it just didn't work. And what's with all the splashing? I try to swim as splashfree as possible, but apparently I'm one of the endangered species.

On the love front, things are progressing fast and wonderful. As soon as we see each other, our hands get out of control, and soon end up on any given part of the other's body. And such a lovely body she has!

A Cold, A Poem, and Love

I have a cold, my eyes are sensitive to light and my nose is a mess. The nose isn't that big a problem, but the eyes... I would like to spend all my time under a blanket in a dark room. But I can't. It makes me restless, so here I am.

What is there to write about? That North Korea shouldn't have nukes? Well, they shouldn't, but I'm not in the mood to argue now. I want to write about something else, about a poem I got yesterday. It was from a girl, and it was so sweet and loving it hasn't left me for a second since reading it. I was telling her the other day that I write poems, and she wanted to see them. After she had read some, she said that she wanted to write as well. She wrote three and I had no idea what to expect. But they were wonderful. And one of them were for me. Me. Fancy that.