CA Road Flotsam Update, and else

Today's household road treasure was a washer and dryer on The whatever number. I'm seriously considering going into the road salvage business or seeing if I can market tie down devices on the on ramps. I've made it a point to tune into the radio to catch traffic reports just to see what lies on The 5, 8, 805, 15 and Jamacha, pronounced hamasha, Road. That is what I've become. Some people age and worry about the youth of today, and some just become fixated on road salvage.

Today was a curious one. It involved various tasks which seemed to disagree with whatever tendon mechanism operates in my hand. The final insult was some plumbing work, replacing the faucet in a friend's kitchen sink. All went well until I discovered one of the feed lines sprung a leak that could not be fixed. Too late to go get the myriad of parts that need replacing. Everything was corroded to the point of certain disaster. At least the cold water works, for now. It was a surprise. I thought I was going to do X but the other party understood I was doing Y. Y being work which left my hand useless for feeding myself the fine supper which came as part of the deal. I'm somewhat ambidextrous so I'm now well nourished. Now I won't rest easy until it is as it should be, hot water and cold with a minimal amount spraying or dripping under the sink.

It is rare I sympathize with Obama, but I have to say I'd find it very difficult to go meet the queen. The whole monarchy mentality and protocol grates on me. The US went way out of its way to distance itself from that sort of thing. Oh my God, she touched the queen. I can't get into all that. I'm sure they are marvelous people but all the kissing up that is taken for granted, forget it.

That's about as far my sympathy goes. Playing rock star on public money and not getting any significant benefits for the public from it is not something I can cheer. What the heck. The president and wife are at the polar opposite of me when it comes to view of what they ought do or not do, so I doubt my view matters much to them or those in this country who crave home grown royalty and the validation of class envy and hatred. You'd think it would be a kind of internal contradiction there.

I wonder if it is a good sign or a bad one that the songs which keep going through my mind are ones that I wrote. They've yet to be played by anyone, especially played as I envision them. They've changed a bit over time, too. I think they are better than when I first wrote the words. I hope I can find the words. Often I reach a point and just do that lalala thing I do with other people's songs when I don't know the lyrics.

I doubt the guy in the white car who was tailgating a motorcycle reads this, but if he does, Hey, tailgating a bike at 70 mph so close you could have spit on the girl on the back is not only stupid, it is dangerously stupid.