Just watched a terrific documentary. An important documentary. Almost as important as that other film I keep mentioning. I am interested to know if you enjoy this documentary as much as I did. So watch it and let me know. 
As I watched, I’d click on my phone every five or ten minutes to make sure work didn’t need me. At one point I got kinda teary. This is going to sound silly, maybe even to people who know me well, but it wasn’t the film. I was feeling sad for my phone. It doesn’t know today is the last day it will serve me. It’s not that I love the phone. It isn’t cool. It is a business phone. An old one. Even business people started making fun of it when I took it out at meetings. It isn’t smart by today’s standards, although it was six years ago. But it has served me… unfailingly. It has freed me to go places when I am supposed to be working, and still allow me to work. I have cared for it. I might have dropped it once, but no more than that. It has been my phone! We had each other’s back. Thanks for your help, friend! I will miss you!
My office manager (such a cold term–she is so much more than that–I’ll call her my firm mother) wrote yesterday to say they were going to shut off the server that gets email to my style of phone, and that I need to get a new one. I was, and am, excited. An iPhone! Lacey has one so I know it won’t change my life (it is just a computer with too small of a screen and a phone tossed in), but it will help me in ways my old phone couldn’t. We’ll go on adventures together. It will make videos of the good times. I’ll care for it. We’ll grow older together. Onward!
So very thankful that Frida is having a chance to grow older. Today she tried to stay outside a bit. Not long, but long enough for me to vacuum. Then she wanted back in, to be on the bed, getting hugs.
Dinner isn’t going to make itself. Pot pie! I’ll use up a pint of gravy I made last week. Potatoes, celery, carrots, peas, mushrooms, onions and tempeh. What are you having tonight? I doubt anyone reading this will go hungry, but roughly 100 million will go to sleep tonight without enough to eat. I get mad every time I see a tax the rich bumper sticker. On a car! Pretty sure they want people earning more than they earn to be taxed more. But the sticker is on your car! You have a car! Tax me more, please, and use it to feed someone.
Hands palm to palm.
What a great post: Frida! Home made pot pie! Happiness!
I do have to say that my car is 20 years old, it’s a Subaru Legacy wagon named Lotus, it’s rusty and covered with dents, and I paid $1000 for it a little over 4 years ago. I love it very much and could not get by without it. If it were to die, I would be sunk. This car has seen both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans with me and has safely transported my cats and me across the country twice. It’s an honor and privilege to own this car, but I am not economically privileged at all. Lots of poor people need cars, and the best reason mine wouldn’t have a “Tax the Rich” sticker on it is that I’m afraid of the rich!
Thank you for your inspiring posts.
Hey! Thanks for writing! Absolutely many people need cars and having one doesn’t mean you are rich, but I don’t want to get hung up on the word rich. I try to look at standards of living globally and feel that even a modest car is a blessing and perhaps (emphasis on perhaps) a sign that you have enough to share a bit more.
I know that so very many need every penny (and a few more, please!) to survive, even if they do have enough to buy a car, register it, maintain it, insure it and feed it fuel. I know that many that have less than me share their income with others more freely than I do. That’s why my bumper sticker would say “TAX ME MORE.” Not “TAX SOMEONE ELSE MORE.” An aside, my car will never have any bumper sticker. Cars are miracles of engineering, something hundreds of people worked hard to bring into existence, something into which we poured so very many natural resources, and often very beautiful. I would never put a sticker on a bumper! Sometimes a window. ; )
I don’t make enough money for the feds to consider me rich (not by any of the definitions they’ve been tossing around recently), but I make enough to have money to save. I give to charity but never as much as I could. I find myself squirreling away the extra hoping someday I can retire. Taxing me more, and then using the added revenue for good (strengthening the social safety net) rather than evil (buying bombs), would be one way to get me to help.
Also, I am not excited about debt. Not in my life, and not on the books of my governments. Funny thing to say since my job is to help with the issuance of bonds to build apartments for low income people. Bonds are debt! Still, I’d rather our government pay down our debt as quickly as possible. Paying interest on treasury bonds and notes means there is less money to help people. I understand that sometimes people and governments need money sooner than they can save it, but borrowing is a slippery slope. It can change your definition of “need.” That’s another reason I’d want to be taxed more–to get rid of, or at least reduce, the federal deficit.
Phew! That’s a lot of sharing for 5:40 in the morning. I better save something for the rest of the day. Give a pat to Lotus’ dash for me. Thanks again for writing and have a great day!
Yes, my modest car is definitely a blessing! Thank you for your wonderful insights. Palm to palm and a deep bow to you & your loved ones.
Thank you! To you too!