Keith Palmer is the British police officer who was killed in a terrorist attack on Westminster Bridge, and the British Parliament. I know that British police have a tradition of going unarmed, but as the world is today, I’m surprised that all the police at a likely terrorist target such as the British Parliament are not armed. Some are, but Palmer wasn’t. If he had a gun, he might be alive today. Arming all members of the security detail at Parliament is now being discussed. It’s a smart move.
I think all terrorist attacks are awful, but Wednesday’s attack on the British Parliament was a little more personal for my wife and me than others we’ve heard of. Three years ago, Saint Karen (she must be a saint to put up with me) and I were at the very location where the attack took place.
To be clear, the Republican proposal to repeal, and replace Obamacare didn’t fail because it cut too many benefits for American taxpayers. It failed because members of the conservative, Republican, Freedom Caucus wanted more cuts.
Considering that House Republicans has voted to repeal Obamacare multiple times a year for years, I was surprised that they didn’t have a workable alternative they could agree on ready to go back in January.
Now, there’s talk of moderate Republicans in Congress trying to work with moderate Democrats instead of with the right wing of their own party. I worked for Congress many years ago. It would be nice to return to a time when Republicans and Democrats were people who disagreed with one another, not mortal enemies who must be battled to the death. I don’t know how that stance evolved, but it’s not good for the country, and as far as I can see, it’s not good for Republicans or Democrats either.
My wife wanted me to put gas in her car, but I had to check whether I won the lottery first. I told her if I was super rich, I might get a different car that already had gas in it instead. I did win the lottery, but only a dollar, so I filled her car up with gas as she asked.
My daughter has a plan to show appreciation to her friends, and relatives if she wins a multi-million-dollar lottery. She says she’ll gift those people with a nicely framed photo of her with the giant check. I told her she didn’t really need to have the pictures framed, but she insists she’s a class act.
I’m sure Staples, the office supply store, knows what items make the most profit per square foot of retail space. Still, it seems odd to me that there are dozens of office chairs in every Staples store I visit, but no desks. I’d rather not buy a desk on line because I can’t tell how sturdy it is and if I find parts broken as I try to assemble it, repacking it to return to an on-line seller is a huge pain.
www.pseudodictionary.com is a website that contains words people have made up over its years in existence. You must spell out the word, provide a definition, and use it in a sentence, just like vocabulary homework in high school. I discovered the website recently and contributed three words I’ve made up, and used in this blog. I used my real name in submitting these words, so if you can figure out which words, you can unmask me.
Occasionally, when I’m bored, I use the internet to look for people I used to know. Unless they are or were very important in my life, I don’t try to reconnect. I’m still good at being nosy, but need to practice to retain proficiency.
I’ve mentioned a few times here that I remember one high school girlfriend not because she was important to my life, but because I managed to humiliate myself in her presence more than I usually did with girls I dated. The last time I wrote about her was last Christmas Eve when baking cookies reminded me that she sent me a care package of cookies during my Freshman year in college.
At that time, I hoped she and her husband were well and happy. In my nosy, bored searches, I’ve since learned that her husband, Bill, passed away about two years ago. Bill was a high school friend too, and we attended the same college. My wife and I haven’t seen them in decades, but I’m still sorry to learn that he died. I hope enough time has passed that Leslie’s memories of him are mostly of the good times, not of the grief she must have felt as he slipped away. Even though I now know where she lives, I’ve changed my mind, and won’t be sending her any homemade cookies.
Maybe I’ll stop looking for people that way because sometimes I learn things I really don’t want to know.
I’m having a couple of teeth pulled tomorrow, so I wondered aloud at the dinner table whether the tooth fairy brings money to people my age. My daughter said she didn’t. According to my daughter, people my age who lose teeth receive dentures from the tooth fairy, not cash. She must get it from her mother, because God knows I’m completely normal.