My neighbor David is always saying that without him my blog would suck. Being dumped is old news. My cat Elvis is beyond boring. My family interactions are only interesting to the people in my family. These are his words, not mine.
He may be right though. He’s been in Santa Fe with Lizzie for about a week and I can’t think of one thing to write about.
Usually when that happens I walk across the hall and just wait for Obama to give a speech or some law giving minorities the same rights as WASPS to pass and I can count on him to give a summation of what’s wrong with this country and, by the way, me.
Any innocent question like “Is Atlanta on the way to Santa Fe?” can get him going for about 20 minutes.
He delights in pointing out that my geography knowledge is limited which is only true to a point. I’m a sponge. Even though I’m seventy I’m still growing and learning.
Why just the other day someone wrote and told me I have a fan in Kansas.
I went right to my globe and found Kansas smack in the middle of the United States, kinda.
Now it’s my favorite state.
See? I’m evolving while that putz is still looking for Obama’s birth certificate.