Well, again the spell checker has erased all the blog and I must start over.
First, about the frog, which you may have seen me use before...with an artistic twist...I use it again.
I was watching my English mystery this morning, and their was light happy music playing in the back ground. I glimpsed a movement in my back yard through the lace curtains that I stretched tight across the window so it allows me to see my dogs and trees.
My husband was out there in his blue overalls and his blue shirt feeding the golden dogs. They were strays we took in because someone did not care...enough...when they were tiny puppies. One has learned to flip over backward to get attention he craves. The grass is green this year due to our frequent rain fall...enough so as to fill a low area of our yard with water. I can hear the frogs at night singing.
For some reason my husband is walking to the little pond area and I can't see what he is doing. Then he goes back and washes out the large water bucket for the dogs. Then he walks with the music on the TV that he cannot hear and goes out the gate.
He leaves straight from there to the car to go to work. This is his routine...from childhood till now. He does his chores and then goes to work.
He will face at least an hour of wall to wall traffic and then he will work for the other guy to buy a yacht while we struggle to buy a car for me to use with a wheel chair. They will have large houses while we have one big enough for my wheel chair. They will work for beauty and physical workouts, while we work for things to keep us alive. Their lawn will be for putting around.
On and on it goes and has gone for years. Today, he will represent a union that is trying to make our life tolerable, all the time knowing that the overlord will want all of the special things that the people who have appointed him have promised. A long line of appointments that are said to be available to college grads...but the chances for them getting that job is the same as that of becoming a movie star. Rare, indeed.
Still, my husband thinks it is worth his while to save the dogs, and the frogs. Oh, he calls when traffic slows and tell me that he has to recur a frog from the dogs water bowl every day. It is a toad and cannot live in the water, but it insist that the dog water is better than the drying pond in our yard. Now, he is at work trying to save jobs for others and to teach them how to stand up for themselves in order to have the things in life that a person should be allowed to expect and get.
Still, these appointed ones will not even know the faces of those that toil with heads down and backs bent. The ones that do the bottom line work. Their jobs are up for grabs by other countries so that the appointed can make top dollar at slave labor. Unions that ask for equality are feared and looked down upon. Still, there will be a request for the simple things like health care for the retired instead of having to hold government responsible. Retirement benefits that are in the same standard as the least of the people in the service. A gentle reminder that someone who must work till age 75 should be treated just as wisely as those who can retire at 45 with pensions so high that they can vacation the rest of their lives.
Sad...huh?
