Spring Cleaning
(I wrote this May 12th, but, didn’t post it until now.)
I smell like a wet stale cat. This isn’t a usual condition. I have been cleaning the shed, and, have picked up all of the stinking sweet odors that job entailed. A layer of grime that both itches and sits sticky to the sweat that builds in the humidity in Dallas covers me from head to toe. In retrospect, I am unsure why I didn’t shower first instead of taking this moment of inspiration to write. I guess that I needed to get it off my chest.
I must assume from the smell out there that a local cat got into the workshop the other night when I left the back door ajar. I must admit fault, since I know that it was me that failed to secure the door, much less turn off the light. I must have been too distracted to remember those details. Let down your guard for a minute and the workshop will smell like cat urine.
We keep our refuse in there until pickup day, and, the aroma of food in the bags is too much temptation for those local felines, and maybe the occasional opossum or raccoon. They never seem to be of much interest in the vegetable castings from preparing dinner that I add to the compost pile, just the meat scents from the bags in the workshop.
We used to leave the bags on the brick patio in the garden. I eventually tired of re-bagging them after they were carefully torn open in little areas to access the food. I really can’t hold it against them. It is their base instinct coupled with the positive reinforcement of having found something to scavenge previously. Once a varmint finds easy food, they keep coming back.
The point is, I learned my lesson, and, fixed my erroneous ways. I still make a mistake now and then, but, I alone am responsible for fixing them. I draw a striking similarity to what is going on in our government. Things are not functioning correctly, and, it’s up to me to fix it. By me I mean we, and, by we I mean the American people.
Trash pickup day is coming soon. We need to pick up the crap that is stretched out on the lawn by the feral animals coming to feed off anything within reach. Our refuse needs to be quarantined until we can dispose of it properly. Then, we need to clean the workshop as we go to ensure that we stay on top of our duties.
I know it’s a bit of an oversimplification comparing politicians to wild animals scrounging for any scraps that might be lying about, but, it might also be dead on correct. Our government almost seems like a parasite to me. It has found ways to tap into the money stream, and, keeps coming back for more. It’s time we locked the doors to keep them away from it.
The next presidential election is only 3 ½ years away. It may it seems like a long time from now, but, you know the Democrats are already building a campaign. Conservatives are planning too. We’re talking to other people. We won’t give up. We will retake our government and shut it down.
Lines are already being drawn in the sand.
Indeed!