I found out that my vacation time was allowed for yesterday - when I tried clocking in, my knees almost as painful as on Thursday. This put me out quite a bit. I had wanted to go to Kokomo and take care of business there; I planned on hearing Larry Sweazy lecture in Whitestown; and I could have done so, if management was as quick to post the granting of vacation time as they were of its denial. On the other hand, I was done by 10:30.
On the way to the group therapy, I got a call from my physical therapist wanting to know if I could make a 3 pm appointment that day. I said I could. This put off doing my laundry. It also came to me during the therapy session that I needed to get to the bus ASAP. There was no lecture, so no notes. I got out at 1:19, stopped at Arby's to grab a sandwich, and got the 1:30 bus back into town. I was on time for the therapy session with time to spare.
The therapy went well. We did measurements and I can say it has helped.
Then it was waiting for the bus back home with rain impending. I wound up walking down to McKinley on BSU campus before the bus showed up. The rain came. I was looking at getting home around 5:30, if I caught the #2 bus home. Instead, I walked over from Washington Street by the bridge.
I was tired. No dinner was fixed. Although I did some work on the blog, I decided to call it a day and get up very early today. Only thing is that I could not sleep, either. I was up every hour with trips to the bathroom. Around 11 pm, I decided I was just going back to working on the blog. That kept me up until after 2 AM.
I had a pot pie around midnight. Until then, I had not realized I was hungry.
Another Saturday, another day without doing laundry. Instead, I finished off the prison journal packet. Those posts will run on this blog from May 1 to May 23. I also got to Dollar General for a dust pan.
Coming back, looking at the weather for tomorrow, I stayed put and did the dishes and fixed dinner and filled in this post.
Some things learned today:
Terrifying Mud Mermaids Once Haunted Indiana Riverbanks! (Jack and Kitty)
Witnesses described them as barely four feet tall, their bodies slicked with a chestnut-colored fuzz, and their skin tinged yellow like something sick or sun-starved. These creatures didn’t glide through the water with grace—they scurried and swam with shocking speed, unleashing screeches that echoed across the riverbanks and froze listeners in place.
Long way from the river, but my mother's mother was not, and she never mentioned such stories, so I learned something new about Indiana.
Muncie residents accused of confining, terrorizing local woman (NewsBreak) - the romance of Middletown, USA.
Republican posts video defending law that declared slaves 'three-fifths' of a person (NewsBreak)
Oh, our Lieutenant Governor is a shining example of Indiana's intellectual life. A true scholar - of something. One can only "defend" the 3/5 compromise as an ignoble enticement to the slave states for joining the Union. That compromise created the Slave Power that so annoyed the Free States, and that, in time, led so many Hoosiers south in blue uniforms. Lincoln and Oliver Morton must be shedding tears that a Republican would say and do anything like this. Talk about a RINO!
Wild Brown Trout with Paul Procter: A Summer Fly Fishing Film. I do not think we have wild brown trout in Indiana, but one can dream.
Mitch, Please Fix That Vibe by Lauren Egan (The Bulwark) -another plan on fixing the Democrats and criticism. I agree with the criticism that the Democrats need to learn how to talk to people, not consultants.
Trump the caudillo by Andreas Campomar (Engelsberg Ideas)
That Trump can be myopic in his view of Latin America is to be expected. His recent policy objectives – to ‘take back’ the Panama Canal, restore Cuba to the state-sponsored-terrorism list, and rebrand the Gulf of Mexico (though not América) – seem a bizarre and somewhat high-handed combination of the thornier aspects of the Monroe Doctrine and Manifest Destiny. His position in relation to the region remains Janus-like: engagement coupled with uninterest. The executive order that he signed in 2017 to build a wall along the country’s Mexican border was what Freudians might term a ‘protective shield’ (Reizschutz): a distancing mechanism from a region with which the United States shares a common history. And yet, despite this, he has favoured those Latin American leaders in whom he sees something of himself.
The Latin American obsession with the caudillo (‘strongman’ or ‘chief’) can be traced back to the military leaders in the wars of independence, if not further back to the conquistadors. The Mexican poet and diplomat, Octavio Paz, believed these men to have taken ‘over the state as if it were medieval booty’. The ‘liberator’ was the ‘image of the “Spanish American dictator”… in embryo’. The 21st-century iterations of this type can be seen in three of Trumps’s favourite Latin American presidents: Javier Milei (Argentina), Nayib Bukele (El Salvador) and Daniel Noboa (Ecuador).
Vargas Llosa understood the significance of a Trump presidency early. In 2016, he reasoned, ‘[The United States] is too important a country… to have in the White House a clown, a demagogue, a racist, like Mr Trump.’ He thought the triumph of Trump, the triumph of populism; one that negated the best traditions of the United States, which had allowed the country to become the world’s greatest power. He saw Trump’s election as in part national suicide. At the beginning of his novel Conversation in the Cathedral, Vargas Llosa has his protagonist ask the unforgiving question: ‘At what precise moment had Peru fucked itself up?’ Might a similar question be asked of the United States in time? After all, those countries in the western hemisphere share a common history and, perhaps, common ideas.
YouTubing - what I had on in the background today:
I find the guy narrating these Side Project videos is full to watch. Wait till you see the final automobile - something never known to me, but it does reinforce my prejudices about engineers.Okay, I have seen this movie ages ago. For the most part, Christopher Walken steals the show - except when Maura Tierney is onscreen. If you knew her from Talk Radio and/or E.R., then you will get as much a shock as I did. I have not seen all the Macbeth movies, but I will put my money on her being the best Lady Macbeth. It is more comparable to Ten Things I Hate About You; unlike Ian McKellen's Richard III, it does not use much of Shakespeare's language.
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