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The universe has a way of showing me when I've spoken too soon - like last week when I blogged about how there is no winter in Miami.  I think it was the next day the forecast numbers took a nosedive and we suddenly had 60-something mornings and evenings, I needed my jacket, my scarves, and yes, even my pirate boots to keep the piggies toasty.  

Right now it's about 72 and sunny as heck.  I just returned from some errands on my scooter and got a bit chilled here and there. I was out thinking about what a gorgeous day I get to enjoy, and then while in line at the bank to make a deposit, where they always have CNN on the tv facing the line for the tellers, I hear that the new way for Iraqi terrorists to sneak bombs inside a building is to put the bombs inside of puppies.  

Day not quite as gorgeous anymore.

What's wrong with people?

I know they're not all bad, but it seems the bad guys multiply so fast.  And here in the U.S., as greed and power permeate our culture's symbols of status and the good guys are left behind to struggle in the crappy, convoluted system of beliefs once referred to as the American Dream, the bad apples are starting to come out on top.  And we all perpetuate it, most of us blindly.

The hub and I watched Michael Moore's Capitalism: A Love Story, I re-watched it twice to absorb it thoroughly - do you guys realize the value of someone who does the research for you and composes a presentation of facts that expose the truth?  I recommend anyone to watch it.  It has made me decide after a lifetime of apathy to register to vote and make my voice count, heck to even have a voice; and to encourage others to educate themselves about the "1%" so they will want to vote too, and with a valid sense of purpose rather than a vague and limited notion of society's needs.

In books, I finished The Feminine Mystique and started The Feminine Mistake a few days ago.  I'm sure I'll blog about that whole topic once I get my thoughts together. It's one of those things, you learn more and the road just widens and keeps going, my perspective evolves a little more with each chapter, and I realize, humbly, I know so very little about the movement, the need for it, the effects of undermining it, etc., etc.  Had I known these philosophies and studies went so deep, I would have started a long time ago.  I mean, everyone's heard of The Feminine Mystique, right?  But how many women have bothered to read it, instead of a lifestyle magazine or romance novel, or some other escape?  Ladies, we have so much to gain by learning from the past and adjusting our sights and our very perception of ourselves.  I believe there's merit in the notion that unused potential causes illness, whether it's depression or back pain.  But it took me several books and online articles to whittle down a fluttering cloud of ideas to that statement, and it's merely the foamy crest at the top of an ocean.  More on that later.