Carolyn went to pharmacy yesterday to get refills on her RA med and on my Xanax. When she got home she needed to take one of her capsules but couldn’t find them. She searched the car, called the pharmacy to make sure they had given her the meds, called Wal-Mart—she went there after leaving the pharmacy, and called the gasoline station because she went there after leaving the store. No sign of our drugs anywhere. She searched the car once more and went through the grocery bags from Wal-Mart; by then she was very perturbed. She once more checked the car and found nothing but a very old french fry from McDonald’s which, I might add, was still as fresh-feeling and tasty as ever after I brushed the lint, dust, and a hair off of it. She came into the office and sat down; I was feeling sorry for her because I knew she was hurting and needed her pill. After a few minutes, she struggled to her feet and went into the kitchen and presently came back with a chastened grin and carrying the pharmacy bag with the pills. Where did she find it? In the dry foods cabinet with our cereals.
—- “The hearts of the rich are hardened. The existence of the poor is a reproach to them.”
~ Murray Lenister
Cities around the country are attempting to put the hurt on Occupy protestors by failing to issue permits for certain activities in certain places, and for other grievous sins of peaceful rebellion. New York City is threatening (by proxy) to out the protestors from the park where they have been camped, saying it needs to be “cleaned up”. Big money is apparently becoming frightened by the populous uprising and is fighting back the only way it knows how; by buying the municipal governments. Look for more confrontations with excitable police as the movement solidifies.
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Have a good weekend.
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