BLTs, Kidney Donations & Rastafarians

As the Jamaican man walks by the coffee shop, his dreads piled in a huge coil underneath his Rastafarian hat, with his entourage of alternative high school students, I sit here blogging, listening to the discussion of today’s news by the locals.  They read the hard copy newspapers.  I get my news from Yahoo and Twitter.  We are of a vastly different generation.

I am intrigued by the news of the lady who gave a kidney to save her boss and then was fired by that same boss.  I tweeted, “No, I don’t want the job, but I’ll take my kidney back” along with the link to that article.  Hope it entertains.  I’ll tell you what that kind of news story DOES do, it reinforces a rather nasty commentary on humanity, that’s what it does.  But I would be the first to admit that I would be vastly amused were this woman to sue to get her kidney back.  Now THAT would be a news story.   Heck, that would be an awesome story.  I think I’ll write it down.

Don’t any of you steal it; I came up with the idea first, okay! 

So what else is happening in my sunny corner of the world, here, across the railroad tracks?

You can tell I was hungry when I posted this, can't you?

As I consider ordering a BLT, because another customer ordered one, and the smell of bacon is like crack to me, I wonder about myself.  I wonder what my future has in store.  I feel hopeful about things.  I feel thankful about much more.  I have the American dream, unlike so many people.  I thank God for the love and health of my family, as well as the beautiful roof my husband keeps over my head, the yummy food I enjoy, the education I have achieved.  I thank God for the opportunity to pursue a writing career at my age.  No, I’m not terribly old, but I found it impossible to do while I was working full-time.  Now that I’m not, I have the time to write, to volunteer for worthwhile projects at my daughters’ school and at my church.  I am lucky, indeed.

I think I probably will get the BLT.

I am going to have to start phase two of my personal betterment project.  In addition to writing a lot, volunteering a lot, and beginning to tackle the mountains of laundry that have overtaken my house, the next step in my life is to add to my physical health.  I am sedentary and way-too overweight.

Maybe I won’t get the BLT.

Or maybe I’ll get the BLT and take a long walk to work it off.

Hmm.

I tell you what I probably won’t do.  I probably won’t give my boss a kidney.  That would be problematic, since I work for myself at this juncture .

Have a nice Tuesday, everybody.

Thanks!

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