Saturday, December 27, 2008

"Raindoggy"... Jack in his raincoat

 

The Golden Goose

The child's fable about the goose that laid the golden egg is apropos today. The farmer wasn't happy with just one golden egg per day, and he squeezed the goose so hard, looking for more eggs, that he killed the goose.
Today, we the taxpayers are the goose; the golden eggs are the taxes the government squeezes out of us; and the government is about to kill us with the squeezing for more golden eggs than we have been able to produce.
Uncle Sam would never have thought of a "bail out" for us, in the sensible form of tax credits ($10,000?) for buying new cars that sit idle on dealers' lots, and houses that sit empty and subject to vandalism in neighborhoods. It's too simple. It could move unsold inventory which in turn produces tax money, and the tax credit would give the golden goose some rest; he might then produce more golden eggs.
It would cost a whole lot less than the bail-out plans they did come up with.
In my state, and in my county, our local golden-goose squeezers have been coming to our properties every few years to re-appraise values and produce more taxes. You're not seeing and WONT be seeing them this time around; they don't want their tax-producing values to go down.
THIS golden goose is tired; are you?
Sincere good wishes---honk!---from R.A.T. (Rose About Town)... "Just another golden goose"

Friday, December 26, 2008

CHRISTMAS: Granny & Jenna Rose with new laptops

Day-after blues

It's the day after Christmas, and I'm still in the spirit, but I seem to be alone in that. Everyone I run into in the outside world today is in a blue funk; a grrr-grump!
The friendliest coffee shop I know is deserted except for my husband and me, and then a man comes in and asks me in accusatory fashion if I took the front section of the New York Times. It seems to disappoint him that I can honestly tell him I did not, and he follows that question with, "Well, who did? SOMEONE, for sure!"
At the gym, the normally gregarious regulars don't speak. They're too busy revving themselves up to get rid of the Christmas calories, and the only words I hear aren't words, but GGGRRRUNT! Here, I make a mental note to go gently into my routine; if I'm not gentle with myself, who will be?
The post office is my next stop. I'm the only customer, yet the clerks are too busy counting money in the till to acknowledge that I'm standing there.
The traffic seems surly too... Bob and I go home.... The spirit's there...
We're greeted with obvious love and as much enthusiasm as our big, old arthritic dog Jack can manage. His body is old, but there's still a puppy in his heart. Despite his painful joints made worse by the cold, damp weather, there's not one bah-humbug in his heart. For that, he gets an extra biscuit from us.
We prop our toes in front of the woodburning stove. He stations himself in such a way as to gently settle his warm self upon the cold feet of both of us... simultaneously. And the spirit is back.
We'd better bottle it for future reference.
Happy day-after to you all from two old people and an old dog... still young inside!
Sincerely, R.A.T. (Rose About Town)

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Hello, bloggers

This is a first time ever blog for me, as the result of a christmas gift from my youngest son, who for the past few years has been drafted by me as my computer guru. It's he who dragged me kicking and screaming onto the internet, despite my years of protest against that entity. The greatest help it provided from the start was membership in Ancestry.com, which solved some mysteries in our family tree.
When it comes to news, I don't look on the internet. I don't trust what I read on the websites; I will always get my news from the printed newspapers, where honesty, truth and careful research are still a valued commodity, and show biz and news work haven't become a blended commodity.
Here I sit this wintry day in my winding, twisting valley, with the snowy outdoors looking like a Currier and Ives painting. My valley in this weather separates my true friends from the others; you have to really care about me to risk navigating the winding turns... over the river and through the woods to THIS Granny's house.
Through my blogs, however, you can connect to me easily, friend or foe.
I won't be a news-type blogger; I still believe that newspapers do that better, and that's where most of you get your research; it was first done by print journalists! And then you often warp it and mix opinion and fact so carelessly that it's hard to tell them apart.
I will include personal comment, but mostly reflections and sharing things I enjoy.
Merry Christmas to you all.

Rose About Town is now online!

Rose About Town has finally jumped into the 21st Century, and has made it online!

Merry Christmas, Mom---this special gift comes from Kevin, Kim and Jenna Rose!!