Elevated Pulse

According to the Washington Post financier, R. Allen Stanford was taken to the hospital with an "elevated pulse" just before he was to go before a judge for a hearing. You guessed it, the hearing is postponed indefinitely. Now MY pulse is elevated. I'd be willing to bet that there's not a soul on this planet whose pulse wouldn't be elevated at the prospect of going to court for whatever reason. Never underestimate the power of an expensive lawyer!

Self-centered Jackass

Just read a letter to the editor in The Post from a man, and I use that term loosely, who is upset that the newspaper had the temerity to publish Baltimore Ravens sports scores as well as soccer scores, stating that if he wanted to read about these things he'd read the Baltimore Sun and move overseas (in the case of the soccer scores). Somewhere along the line God must have died and he took over.

Funerals

Now that I'm older I've developed a habit which I hate but which I can't seem to shake. I check the obituaries in the newspaper and look to see what people died of, especially people around my age. It bothers me when they don't give a cause of death.

Speaking of death, have you noticed that no sinners ever die? I can't recall a single funeral of a person with any faults. They are all double- dyed saints if you listen to the words spoken at their services. I suppose it all goes back to not speaking ill of the dead but I think this practice cheapens the funerals of genuinely good, useful people. That's one of the reasons I avoid funerals if I decently can and why I don't want one for myself. Someone just might get up there and tell the truth about me!

Don't Get Me Started!

My husband is tired of my bending his ear so I'm going to go this route to get someone to pay attention to my opinions. I'm sure I'll be getting on my high horse about something soon so stay tuned.