Giti and I woke up quite late this morning – both-of-us recovering from a Friday Night/Saturday Morning Persian party (these Persians [Iranians for the unschooled]) – rarely get going till 10:00pm – and can easily slide into 3:00am with their “hand dancing” to Persianized disco (I often tell Giti – that I think the Persians invented disco – and imported it to the U.S. [I personally hate disco – and loved that wonderful evening of Chicago baseball legend – when disco records were melted…]).
Anyway, as I suggested, we had a leisurely morning, replete with our coffee, breakfast, a nice walk and some gardening. Then we got a Roman shower in, and, an afternoon of shopping for groceries and sundries. The afternoon was rounded off with a “Sopranos” episode and a nice nap. I managed to get my grading finished, and Giti finished her home improvement projects…I quite forgot that the country was in a state of crisis: teetering on the brink of financial Armageddon.
Hell! The host of the Persian Party lived in a luverly mansion in Brentwood: The owner of a chain of pharmacies – he had no cause to worry (I just finished reading an article in my beloved Times that I might have referenced last time out – that the pharmaceutical companies will be taking over world dominion from the oil companies [makes sense to me]).
Then I got to watch Mr. Bernanke on “60 Minutes.” He thinks he’s got the-cat-by-the-tail and the situation by the balls: we can only hope – since he fronts the American Cartel that is the Federal Reserve Bank – if any-of-these greedy fucks are willing to help out the American Everyman – they damn well should: since they acquired their pecuniary wealth on our backs!
But I’ve said this before – and I hate being redundant. So, back to the posted topic: I had one of the best days of my life today – and it happened against the backdrop of recession/depression; staggering unemployment; violence and suicide; massive anaesthetizing; and my family-of-origin still disagreeing with just about everything I have to say!
Well then, perhaps I have finally achieved my little corner of Eden. Perhaps I’ve finally got my slice-of-the-pie. But maybe I’m only feeling good because I can refinance the house; buy back some retirement years; and, because Uncle Sam’s gonna kick me back some of my tax dollars. If that’s the case, then my happiness is beholden to the vicissitudes of Uncle Sam.
But there has to be more to it than that!? After all, the weather was rather mild today – and Son Austen had a-whale-of-a-soccer game yesterday. Yep, this Daddy was fairly glowing with pride-in-his-son — as four parents complimented Austen’s play. Tomorrow Austen and I are going to see “Escape to Witch Mountain” – with “The Rock” (we LOVE ‘The Rock’).
I thought Arnold would be a “rock” as governor of CALI – but now, we suddenly have a $50 billion deficit – with a new $8 billion hole appearing like an L.A. sinkhole…crisis? What fucking crisis??