Friday Hodgepodge

Here’s another Friday when I think about all of the blogs I would have written the past week if I had gotten around to doing so. Below is hodgepodge in which I at least mention those never written or published blog ideas.

What about Them Russkies!

I’m amazed than no one in our oil-tycoon Republican administration thought of it. But the Russians did and beat the U.S. (and everyone else) to the punch by having one of its submarines plant a flag under the North Pole to signify Russia’s claim to the oil-rich Arctic. By “oil-rich” I understand that beneath the Artic Sea lies the greatest concentration of oil on earth, containing billions of barrels of oil worth trillions of dollars.

Of course, the rest of the world has primarily ignored that Russian flag beneath the North Pole because the treaties in effect make the Russians glorious claim but a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Weird Alex

Napping inside his cat carrier is the same cat that I must literally capture and, at great peril to my body from flying claws, stuff into the same carrier whenever he visits the vet:

The Wellbeing Stealers: Heat & Pollution

With no response from the Veterans Administration regarding this strange malady that has me down, I finally contacted the physician I have seen for more than thirty years and paid for an appointment. I should have suspected his diagnosis because the same culprits have previously made me ill: heat and air pollution. They steal my breath and energy and even induce nausea and headaches. The doc’s prescription: stay indoors, drink lots of water, and take acetaminophen and Maalox.

As I write this, the temperature in Louisville is “94 degrees and rising” and there is a pollution warning stating that folks with breathing problems need to remain indoors. I am following the doc’s Rx and the warnings. Alex, however, is outside in the shade of the front porch rolling around on the cool concrete.

Fear of Crossing Bridges

I am really surprised how many of the commenters on my post about Cathy’s birth story have some level of concern about driving across bridges. Thus, I do not feel unaccompanied when I admit my own bridge anxiety.

It consists of only one bridge that is located on Interstate 64 near the Kentucky capitol, Frankfort. This bridge seems very long (to me, at least) as it spans a valley perhaps 300 or more feet below. Each time I have driven across it over the past forty or so years, I have had the desire, like Cathy’s mom, to close my eyes. Since I can’t and also drive, I keep my eyes caged on the road ahead and get across the damned thing as quickly as I can.

Breaking News!

Tune in to WHAS-TV.com and view the Skycam™ video of this morning’s expressway pileup of 8 cars.

And I ask myself, “Why would I?”

Did YOU, too, Watch the You-tube Debates on TV?