female voter in NYC who will publicly admit that she will vote for Weiner (http://clicktotweet.com/6A_ve). I see that Eliot Spitzer finally figured out how to get some of that free publicity. He made the comment that Weiner should not be mayor of New York City. Actually, he did not say that, he just agreed with the statement that the reporter made. He also said that he (Spitzer) would not vote for Weiner. Ops! Again, he did not say that, he just agreed with the reporter who made the statement. Politicians are as slippery as eels and harder to pin down. Now Spitzer can deny that he made those remarks. If Spitzer wants any female votes, he had better not vote for Weiner (http://clicktotweet.com/Da5pF).
Pope Francis is returning from Brazil. When asked about homosexuals, he said, “...who am I to judge?” An unconfirmed rumor said that shortly after this his remark; an aide reminded him that he is the Pope. Of course, priests do not judge. They pass that decision to a higher authority.
I see that the value of the jewels stolen from a Cannes hotel increased from $53 million to $136 million. No surprise there. Someone realized that the jewels are insured. I am sure that all the guards will put in claims for expensive Rolex watches too. Rumor has it that the single robber drove off in three expensive cars.
On a different subject, I have two adopted greyhounds. They need exercise and so do I, so I take them for walks. They like to stop and smell the roses. And the rocks. And the trees. And the flowers. I am a mission-oriented person, and I sometimes get annoyed at this behavior. I just want to finish the walk. I tell them, “It is just a rock, girls.” They are both females.
At the same time, I envy them. They have that rare ability to find simply, everyday things fascinating and interesting. They are like children in that sense. We grownups have lost that fascination with the simple things of life.
When my children were very young, rocks and trees fascinated them. One day, my youngest son found a rock that had a prominent feature that looked like a nose, like my nose. He declared it a “Daddy Rock,” and it joined our family. I was in the military so we moved frequently. We carted that rock everywhere until my son went to college. Somehow, when he went to college, it stopped being a Daddy Rock and became a simple rock again. It was as if an education makes people no longer fascinated by the simple things in life. That is sad, I think.
I want to be like my dogs and kids. I want to be able to take my pets for a walk and say, “Wow! Look girls! A rock! How fascinating!” I’m working on it.