I just received an email this morning. The subject line said: “Honor Memorial Day by Saving.” That says it all about American holidays, doesn’t it? Every holiday has been reduced to an excuse to buy more stuff.
We have a beautiful day here in Batavia – sunny and it’s supposed to get in the mid-80s. It’s a great day for Memorial Day barbecues, which I might get to if I still have energy after trimming the massive amount of bushes in my backyard. Yard work: that’s how I roll on summer holidays!
As I posted earlier, I think Trump is right about the bad trade deals and what they’ve done to the American worker. I think he’s wrong when he says it is due to incompetent, spineless negotiators. The people who did these deals negotiated tough and got exactly what their corporate overlords requested. You can’t tell me that an army of well-compensated lobbyists were not heavily involved with the contents of these deals (Business Insider – 7/23/15: “Companies are pouring hundreds of millions of dollars into lobbying for Obama’s pacific trade deal.” – Google it). Either Trump knows this and is lying or he doesn’t know and he’s both uninformed and extremely naive. And, I doubt he’ll buck his rich buddies and try to do anything about it.
The day started out cloudy and misty. The skies cleared and it turned cool and dry. I cut the grass and my left eye feels almost swelled shut. I love the cool dry weather, but I do not like the pollen.
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I don’t think there is any truth. There are only points of view.
This is a sentiment shared by many besides Mr. Ginsberg, but I do believe it has led to some serious problems. Now, everyone has an opinion and all opinions are equal. That isn’t true and it isn’t good that people think it is true.
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His highness, Elliott, during one of his many naps.
The weather is about the same as yesterday.
I am almost finished with another book project. I have been formatting books for authors for almost a year now. I finished the print version of my latest project yesterday and hope to have the Kindle version (already formatted and ready to go) up by Monday.
Edwina Frost, popular writer of horror fiction, dies a lonely death in her farmhouse cellar. Her politician nephew asks poet Maria Pell to write Edwina’s biography, but hints there are episodes in her life requiring sensitive treatment. At the same time, a tiler digs up a child’s bones on the Frost farmland. Maria intuits a connection between the child and Edwina, whose soul has not gone on to a sweet reward, but roams the earth as a troubled spirit. As Maria closes in on the child’s identity, Edwina’s spirit threatens to claim her. Maria fights a fierce battle for her sanity. The paperback version is now available on Amazon.
I have formatted other books recently:
Murder on the Floodways
The Fifth Floor (Kindle version)
If I can’t write a book myself at least I can help people get their work out in the world. It’s satisfying to see the author’s reaction when they see their work in print for the first time.
I have two poetry chapbooks underway and expect to receive another Julie Oleszek novel, Just Like Izzy, and Harold Walker’s book, The Grotto, in May or June.