MEanderings

Not feeling my usual self today. Although I went to be somewhat earlier last night than I usually do, cutting my reading of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix shorter than usual, I still feel like I didn't get enough sleep. Maybe I can sleep in on Saturday as I will be up at the butt-crack of dawn on Sunday to get down to the lake for the artists' market.

We have musicians starting about 1:00 Sunday afternoon. Victor, a student from Georgia State's School of Music will open. Followed by Ronnda Cadle, the Emerson Guitar Group and Jazzmatic. These are all local people, of course. Hopefully, the music will draw some people in for the market.

But, Oy!, I'm tired. And still have so much to do before Sunday morning. I've got some painting left to do. Business cards to print. Catalogues to print, cut, staple and fold.

I am hoping my t-shirt and teddy bear get here tomorrow, but I'm not about to hold my breath for it. They were just ordered on Monday. It'd be an absolute miracle if they get here in time.
Has anyone, other than myself, noticed that you don't get nearly as much for your money these days? For instance, look at a bag of potato chips. No, seriously. I saw at Wal-mart the other day (forgive me, but I can only find the right hair color at Wally world) that large bags of potato chips were "on sale" 2 bags for $7. But here's the thing: HALF and sometimes OVER HALF the bag is nothing but air!

My PenTwin and I have gotten into lengthy discussions about this. Corporations are making PORTIONS smaller, but charging the same amount and sometimes more in order to increase their profits.

Greed doth raise its ugly head.

Sometimes, I think I would like to move way out into the country where I could have acres and acres of garden and grow all my own vegetables and fruits. Sometimes I would like to be a lot less dependent upon the "establishment" to sustain me.

The world has gone mad and is fast going to hell in a handbasket without the handles.

It's scary to be living in this time. Every morning as I leave to go to work all the way downtown Atlanta, I pray that nothing happens to me today. Granted, I also watch too many crime shows like NCIS, Criminal Minds and CSI. Those storylines are sometimes too eerily like the headlines. It is frightening what human beings can do to each other.

Of course, I won't stop watching CSI and I'm awaiting the new fall season. I try to keep my fears at bay by not thinking about such things most of the time.

Although with each passing day, hope wanes a little more, I still hope they find Steve Fossett alive today.

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Later

Pen