FINE

H gives me calendars every year for Christmas. Every time she comes home she checks my calendar, i.e., she flips it to the correct month. Last year she gave me two calendars which vexed her twice as much when she came home.

This year she gave me my favorite -- a Mary Engelbreit daily desk calendar. Each day has a one of ME's sweet illustrations along with a famous quote or saying. They are corny, I know, but I like them. The calendar displays the correct month and most of the time, the correct day. Less work for H.

My favorite ME illustrations deal with the Queen of Everything or Princess Quite A Lot. And who could not love "Life Is Just a Chair of Bowlies?".

Since I'm all about intellectual property and copyrights I did not scan today's entry for a post. Instead I made my own illustration which better fits my mood.

My post was going to be "Never, Ever Volunteer Unless You Are Rich or a Lawyer". More precisely the title would be "Never Get Involved in the Conception of an Organization (Unless You Are Rich or a Lawyer)". If you are a lawyer experienced in non-profits and would like to help me wade through government forms pro bono, please leave me a comment. Let's talk. In the mean time, I AM FINE.

Dear Volunteer

While I admire your conviction and loyalty to candidate X, I really have to tell you -- I just don't care anymore.

While I do have my concerns, (I think a Hillary Clinton nomination would be a disaster at this time) I just don't care enough. You have succeeded with your bombardment of fliers and constant phone calls to kill any enthusiasm you may have generated at some other time.

In case you haven't noticed, I quit answering my phone weeks ago. Oh sure, it was fun at first dissing the current administration with you and listening to why your candidate is superior. But that was then. This is now.

This is the most hyped nomination process ever. I am sick of it. I know it is an important nomination but I've been to the caucus and I know how it goes.

The first caucus I went to in 1988 was exciting. The town hall was full. We argued and cajoled. I lost my candidate (Jesse Jackson, I believe) to the stupid math involved in viability (well, that plus I was probably the only one in the heart of the farmer-land to vote for a black guy). I can't remember who won our precinct. I do remember I got a plank in the party platform that never made it past the county convention (the next step). It was all fun nonetheless.

The next caucus I went to was held at a different place. It was in a bigger town, only our tiny precinct was not involved in the doings of the town. It irritated me that we had to travel when we have our own precinct.

We were stuck in a corner by ourselves to argue. There were 4 of us. I was the only one caucusing for my candidate. John Edwards won our precinct, I think. And he ended up not getting the nomination. This year I know 2 caucus goers who are going to vote for Edwards. So what's the point of my going? To hear myself talk? Even Captain Crab does not listen to me.

In conclusion, dear volunteer, I would like to say: Thank heavens it ends tomorrow. I'm glad I'm not a registered independent: I would get calls from both parties. Sheesh.

And to those of you who have been fed up with the current administration for years -- don't blame me. If I had my way Howard Dean would be running for re-election this year.