Out of the Closet

  Since last fall,  I've been attempting with limited, very limited, success to clean out my closet, and indeed the areas surrounding the actual closet, since my closet is not much larger than a plus-sized filing cabinet.  So today I stayed on the channel where Katie Couric was cleaning out her closet.  I think the show may have been a repeat since her show is to be canceled, and the cleaning-out itself process seemed vaguely familiar.  And the familiarity part did not come from any comparison between her closet and mine.  Her closet contained more clothing than I have ever owned in my entire lifetime, and her closet had more square footage than does my house.  Naturally, she was not cleaning the closet herself, but observed while a closet coordinator did it for her.  Who this segment was supposed to appeal to is a mystery because I would think that only a handful of people could relate to her circumstances.  The focus seems more on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous than it does on the image of Katie as the girl next door.  Pulled out for review was a trendy little leather jacket that she'd forgotten she owned, and a likewise forgotten  red purse that was a gift from Al Roker. 
      The closet organizer told her to have all her winterwear professionally dry cleaned, and then to put all her cleaned sweaters in plastic bags before storing them for the summer in plastic containers.  Leather items, such as jackets and belts, are also to be professionally dry cleaned but to be stored not in plastic, but in cloth garment bags, so the leather can breathe.  Several  leather jackets were bequeathed to me a few years ago.  I had one of them dry cleaned, at a cost of $55 because it had to be sent to Canada for cleaning.  I donated the rest of the jackets.   I believe it took only part of a day for Katie's closet catharsis, while I'm still plodding on 9 months into the project.  I can't wait for summer to come; maybe it'll be easier then.

Magic Tree House Revisited

"The wind started to blow.
  The tree house started to spin.
  It spun faster and faster.
  Then everything was still.
  Absolutely still."

  I can't help but wonder if those little kids in the Bounce House in Glens Falls were familiar with the Magic Tree House books, and this refrain.  It must have been a terrifying real life experience, and I hope they soon make a complete recovery.
   

No way out

   He has to kill himself; he can't possibly live with the fallout.  There is absolutely no way a Congressman, or anybody else, can rationalize why, during a public hearing of some sort, he stuck his finger into his ear, pulled out a plug of earwax, examined it, and then ATE it.

Regrets---a few

   If I ever do something wrong, I can not apologize.  That venue has been destroyed.  And if I'm ever murdered, I do not want the killer saying he's sorry in the courtroom.  Let him keep his regrets to himself.

SERIOUSLY?

A police dog used by the New York State Police is called a "canine officer."  

Dead dog

  A dog dies.  That is so wrong. Somebody must have killed it, or at least did not prevent its death.   Let's bottle our grief, and go find the person responsible.   He should be punished severely.  He should never be allowed to own another dog, or even be near one.  He's most likely killed other dogs too, at an earlier time, and chances are he will go on to kill humans, especially helpless little children, babies even.  Before he is given the severe punishment he deserves though, he  should apologize.  Just don't believe anything he says.  He's s just trying to save his own skin.  Dead dogs are bad;  dog killers are even worse.  I hate dog killers, am outraged by them.  The more heinous the dog death, the more outraged I become.  I, in my goodness, believe it is so wrong to kick a puppy, or slap a baby.

Thought Crime

    Just because you say you're sorry doesn't mean you are.  Yet our society demands the apology.  When  wrongdoing occurs, real or perceived or even suspected, the cry goes out for the apology.  Even before issued,  the apology is deemed to be too late, too superficial, or, most damaging of all, too insincere.  The charges are made that the issuer of the apology is sorry only that he got caught, not for the wrongdoing.  If we believe we are in a position to determine that the apologizer is in effect lying for his own self-interest, how can we overlook the fact that those making the charges are not doing the same, and thus are not to be believed either.  A person who robs a bank may lie and say he didn't do it, and can be proven wrong, and then suffer the penalty.  A person who says he is sorry he robbed a bank can not be proven wrong, no matter his motivation for saying so.  Thought crimes are  not part of our judicial system yet, or are they?
     Victim impact statements feed into the category of the apologia, and should also be irrelevant.  Who know what goes on in the minds of men?   The answer----the media of course, those paid to pimp their own interests.     (Methinks I shouldn't be blogging at 4 o'clock in the morning, but that's what delete keys are for...