Joe on Good Morning Joe, MSNBC, was discussing with his colleagues, how the sniping at Palin from top members of McCain’s campaign team was unfair and would have a backlash. She is not going away, they all intoned. She has charm, that "it" factor. You betcha. She will succeed. Etc. What a shame. She so richly deserves to fade into obscurity.

How come no one chats on MyBloggers? I don’t particularly like chatting although I did it at one time. It was unfulfilling. The nicest thing about blogging is that it allows in-depth interaction as contrasted to the constant snippets and one-liners in chat rooms, the endless lols and brbs and welcomes and byes. All time-consuming nothings. But some people thrive on it. It’s just not for me.

I have had no contact with my sis, and she has kept her distance. It is heartbreaking. A friend told me that when I had the urge to reach out, I should recite “1-800-PAIN”.

The morning after the election I ran into my buddy, Curt, who walks his spaniel, Buster, and who gave me a tomato plant that I eventually killed. Curt had said he was afraid Obama was going to take away his guns. When I saw him, I said, “Quick run into the house and hide your guns Obama’s coming!”

He answered, “I understand they are digging up the rose garden and planting watermelons.”

Me: “What a great Idea! I love watermelons! Obama can give a melon to every member of Congress who comes to see him. Passing legislation will be a snap.” Then he said Obama was filling in the swimming pool and replacing it with a basketball court. “Pure Genius,” I said. “You could use a little exercise too.” Then I said, “They’re changing the national anthem to “Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground.” We went on like that. If you must disagree with friends, humor goes a long way to making it okay. As for Buster, he pees like a girl dog, something to do with a condition he had. I check him out from time to time and tell Curt I’m waiting for Buster to lift a leg.

Ed and I have decided on a financial plan to help us out during this meltdown. It is a good move and we will survive. But it makes me think about “end of life” issues that I would just as soon never consider, the old head–in-the-sand strategy that has served me so well till now. (Insert hysterical laughter here.)

My kitties want to know how to reach Hobbes.

xx, Teal