Today, I went to our neighborhood’s monthly big flea market. If you ever tossed something in the trash or a Goodwill Box – and decided that you wanted it back – our flea market is the place to come. You will find it.
On the way home with my treasure – a 50 cent dress – I went looking for butterflies. Found none. But this unknown bug is almost as colorful as the flea market.
I was slipping into a deep dark funk about the fate of life on the planet after the upcoming elections. Decided not to worry – as long as Obama is President. We survived “The Contract on America” – even Bill Clinton survived. The republic will survive – but it will not be pretty. All bets are off, if come 2012 the tea potheads win the presidency. Will I be too old to live the ex-pat life? Ah, nobody is promised tomorrow and the first Tuesday in November 2012 is many tomorrows away.