My new pumpkin spice air freshener smells like pumpkin spice coffee, if you like flavored coffees. It's not too bad, actually. But in my bedroom, several rooms away, it smells like dog farts. I am not sure that it is not dog farts, but then Max would have a lot of gas tonight. Either way, what a glorious way to start your day, huh?
We are being dragged slowly to the cliff of war. And in more news, food stamps and subsidized housing are about to take big budget cuts. Now THAT'S how to decimate your population! After all, poison gas can kill anyone, but it takes the genius of Congressional budget cuts to kill the young, the poor, and the elderly. Slow death at that, starving. Working hard, at fast food restaurants, until they drop. I suppose a war is something Congress needed to come up with, to distract us from the fact that we need civil disobedience in our own country. Revolution, even.
I am about to drive further into Roanoke, to participate in the Mission of Mercy Dental Clinic. Today, they start giving away tickets at 10 a.m. I will be in Roanoke, at the designated spot at 2 a.m. to wait for a chance at the clinic. I don't know what I will find when I get there, but hope the local restaurants are prepared for the mass of people looking for bathrooms for the next 10 hours.
The clinic is a mobile unit with dentists and other professionals, that travel around Virginia once a year. I don't know if it is a nationwide effort or not. People of low income, read: people with no dental care, may participate in this two day event that will hit Roanoke, next weekend. This weekend is the ticket give away, which determines who gets in to participate.
I was told 1,000 tickets are to be given out, and 700, and also 100. I do not know which figure to believe. So I am up now, mentally preparing myself for this ordeal. At least, I have a friend to wait with. If I could take my laptop, my friend, you could go with me, and I would write my blogs all morning long! But we will be waiting in the middle of a parking lot, with no electrical outlets or wifi.
My friend, Exponential, turned 38 the other day. I did not know she was so young, and still had the 40's in front of her. She has the cynicism of someone much older. And I mistook her attitude for her real age...
I am too full of adrenaline to write any of my loved descriptive passages, today. I am too full of hope and despair! Wish me luck! If I can manage it, I will write later and let you know how it went.