I was listening to this old man the other day, who’s all about personal responsibility and all that, and who thinks his taxes shouldn’t go to Obamacare celebrate the removal of the individual mandate. He said that Obama was making people pay fines for not buying insurance.
I said to him, if a guy can’t afford insurance, then he didn’t pay the fine. So it wasn’t really hurting anyone other than people who could afford it and chose not to. I told him that I think it’s A-OK to make the personal choice not to insure yourself, but that when you get cancer or break your leg you shouldn’t expect to be able to put that cost off on society because then you’d be no better than the person who’s putting the cost of their insurance policy on the tax pool. The fine was intended to punish those people who could have taken care of themselves but chose not to so that the money would be there when they broke their legs or got cancer and expected society to pick up the tab.
…going through 3 pages of posts, as I have been MIA for two weeks. Been up for nearly 24 hrs, but the two occurrences aren’t related/have zero correlation.
…having an easy day, minus the (early) Spring-cleaning stint earlier, that I’ve been under for the last few days, but started out slowly weeks ago… cleaning things that haven’t been cleaned in months, if not years… Wah! I must be getting better.
I can feel the house (and cat) thanking me for it.
…so now listening to BTS and other various newly-found artists via the Thomas Cook and Tui flights I recently took, whilst contemplating my imminent career change and other various imminent decisions on the horizon, but until then… music (and food) feeds my soul.
Quitting another job. God it feels good. Sometimes I get a job just so I can quit it. First thing you gotta do is forget about money. Get used to not having it. This is a sacrifice you have to make in order to experience the joy of quitting… of washing your hands clean from the filth…
Been up since 2am… since crashing on the sofa at 8, after having wine but no dinner since breakfast time, so now waiting for Budgens to open at 10, so that I can get some smoked salmon trimmings and gluten free bread rolls or baguettes… whichever is in stock, to go with my scrambled eggs and morning coffee. I’m actually starving.
Hmm… having a fibromyalgic pain-riddled face, from laughing and/or talking too much, is no fun… just like walking too much or typing too much can trigger lactic-acid induced muscular pain (fibromyalgia) in those areas, so too happens of the face. a few days resting the said area, should aid in making the lactic-acid subside from the said area, ergo… my resting bitch face game will be tight.
Haha, that’s usually me, but with a cat… he’s big, and therefore looks intimidating… even to the big hefty workmen that sometimes come round, but he’s a big softy really.
What do you plan to paint? or will it be an off the cuff thing…?
Eventually I would like to have a cat too, I want a Maine coon cat. I have a chocolate lab who is honest and a husky lab wolf who is energetic. They’re both some of my best friends and have helped me through hard thoughts.
I just have symbolism or images in my mind that feel powerful, I plan to do paintings after I practice drawing for a while so I don’t waste canvas, bought a paint set, sketch book and some charcoal/pastels and pencils. Acrylic paint came with the set but I picked up oil paint as well because I read it is more vibrant when it dries, it just is slower with drying. I think it may be better for bigger and more “professional” pieces for when I become well established in the technique, I’ll use Acrylic for practicing after sketching. I haven’t painted since being a child but I have just been getting images in my head lately when I think of concepts and they seem to correlate. I feel it may be a calling, I have the plan to write the meaning of all of what I paint in a letter to hopefully be understood, of what it all means visually, I will leave them attached behind the canvas, laminated.
