This was the weekend of death, but not.
I pulled up three tomato plants and a couple of eggplants. The peppers keep putting out despite the heat. I put foil around the squash, which has seemed to freak out the outside kittens — at least the ones who are left. Dot, Baby and Tilly always show up for meals. I caught a glimpse of Toes on Saturday. I haven’t seen Fanny nor Harry in what seems like ages.
I worked in the front yard today. I also bought a spreader. Grub worms killed all of the grass in part of the front yard. Now I can kill them, I think.
There are tadpoles in the little pool in front. I have decided NOT to be a tadpole killer, since that stage only lasts a week or so and it’s too damn hot to kill anything that is just trying to survive. Given how much has died or struggled to survive, I just couldn’t bring myself to kill them.
I can’t really express how disappointed I am that the credit rating of our country has been lowered, and is threatened with even more lowering. All of this has gone too far. Where was S&P when the wars were off budget? Where was S&P when Medicare D was passed without being paid for? Where was S&P when the betting on people defaulting was going on?
When a disgraced organization has some sort of power over these United States — I worry. Especially when they can’t even get their math right.
This is what having the first half-black man in the office of president gets us. This is what having people in power when a half-black man who is a pragmatic person, much like Barbara Jordan, think they can hang every economic trouble on him — without looking to the man who has disappeared, George W. Bush.
Lots of people made lots of money off him.