Here are my notes entered into the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
10/19/2011 10:51am: I toggled my hearing aide to hear amplified noise while waiting in the car for the twosome to get out of their doctor’s appointment. The double-horned sound of a large truck startled me. But the sounds of rushing cars behind me really sounded like raindrops falling. I recall how old granny must have mistaken white noise for rain.
10/19/2011 10:05am: En route both appoinments, Maw described how inspectors tell the licensed personnel to make sure they comply. But since some staff were already overworked/taxed, they couldn’t keep up. This was before the state implemented computer and a time when paper works had to be inspected, too. Of course, sabateurs would not cooperate and management would be the ones in troubles because they failed to adequately staff and address work-related issues. In my opinion, regulations are necessary to ensure that corrupt/immoral/unethical business practices are addressed for the “common good”.
10/19/2011 08:50am: En route home bound from his morning’s mass, Maw and Paw were talking about the raise in COLA of, say, $40 per month while at the same time the raise in Medicare premiums of, say, $38 per month. That’s at least two dollars that go back to the government. Furthe, the increase will be an increase in gross earnings at the end of the year. Thus, more in taxes will be paid for that year’s end. The point is: Why keep raising if the concept is still th same each year?
10/19/2011 07:49am: This was a thought from yesterday or the day before and it was about how we are bio-experiments and how our “creators” would log in our progress on the medical charts, which would be the same/equivalent to the New Age version of the Akashic records or religiously-speaking, th “Book/s of Life”.
10/19/2011 06:49am: I recall a fourth grade class. We were at least four and we drew a “Strawberry Field” with children on the left on a large cardboard. Doug M#ssm@n pleaded to me: “Please! Please! Can I take our project home? Or I’ll get into trouble with my dad!” I couldn’t recall if I was being greedy or nice. But Tony the fat white kid said: “Let her have it. She did most of the work.”
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