I am inclined to be more infantile than usual, if that is possible. It was a bad day. A wasp just landed on my keyboard, making it somewhat difficult to type. I woke up realizing I had some more income to report on my tax forms. Then, I discovered a hole in my car where the door lock used to be. Being ever so politically correct, I did not get mad about my over-valuated, unsecurable car. After all, security is supposed to protect elected people. And elected people are elected to embrace and celebrate gender identity. And so, I became very concerned about the orientation of the person who was trying to get into my car. Was it a woman seeking a purse as a culturally-enforced feminine accessory? Was it a man trying to express his femininity with a traditionally feminine accoutrement? Was it a man seeking a driver’s license with a F-gender on it? Whoever busted the door, I do hope they are free to shove what they do and want to do in the bedroom down everybody’s throat. In thirteen years of attending city council meetings, I think I may have heard about B&E’s four times. Gender identity and sexual orientation are ongoing matters of government business. So, after a walk tonight, I discovered the back door of my car was unlocked. Funny. I don’t remember unlocking it.
Speaking of public safety, New Belgium is hailed for corrective action. Corrective action is one of the new business procedures that have replaced manufacturing. My friend Tom explained it best: You can make any mistake you want as long as you document it. To address the fires of buildings slated for demolition, New Belgium has built a fence and hired private security officers. I thought the cost of demolition must be very high. Asheville’s Fire Chief said he hoped others could be as good of citizens. Oddly, the good citizens I recall that have tried to build fences have been blasted by neighbors incensed that the fence builders won’t let the neighbors’ dogs (or drug-dealing children) do their business on the fence builders’ lawns.
Added to my infantile tantrum is a gripe about the guy I see when I am walking who seems to have taken up a new hobby of hugging and kissing me. Then, there is the lack of biodiversity in the Asheville City Council chambers. Tonight, the back row was infested with stink bug nymphs. I thought I had brought them in off my grubby self until another lady complained. Humans and stink bugs do not an ecosystem make, but I trust there is a master plan to fully integrate sustainable predator-prey cycles into the chamber, and this is just the first step. Now, before you start visioning jaguars sprawled on the dais, I shall express my last gripe. The City of Asheville publishes staff reports with its agenda. I am careful to waste my life reading all of them. But then, staff changes the reports the day of the big show, and gives printed copies to the Citizen-Times and Mountain Xpress. To embrace and celebrate my lack of inclusion, I will simply not report on their important changes, but that is probably what they want. OK, I will file a request with the city indicating my wish for alternative papers to receive updates before they must go to press.
