First off, apologies on that notification this afternoon. There was no post. Something odd must have happened with the software or maybe I’ve got a gremlin. Hopefully it’s a one off.
Unfortunately the day job is really starting to interfere with OCF. So I may have to quit the day job. But bear with me. Serving two masters (and a mistress if you count Camera Girl’s endless demands) is an impossibility according to the good book. But that’s where I am right now. And that is why the paucity of posting. So I’m checking with the people who count up my pennies to see if retirement is in my immediate future. If it is then all good things will be possible. I’ve opened up a Kindle Direct Publishing account and might try my hand at some fiction writing.
Camera Girl is of course worried about her lavish life style evaporating, her mountain gorilla rescue colony on her private Hawaiian island, the Mozart cloning effort going on in Bora Bora, her five alarm chili cooking lessons. I told her to cancel the chili lessons.
But I have many skills. Looking through the want ads I saw an interesting opportunity for a rodeo clown. That’s similar to my present job but with much more dignity and a better class of people. After all, I don’t think the rodeo has started to kneel during the anthem or accused their employees of white privilege.
I feel a little guilty because I’ve skipped the Dem convention. In my defense I have a weak stomach and probably would be ill if I watched that much stupidity, but from what I’ve heard it sounds pretty unwatchable.
I read an article by, I guess you’d call him an entrepreneur, living in NYC. His thesis is that this time the city won’t be coming back. His biggest reason is that there’s no longer a good reason to live in New York. Culturally, all the advantages have been cancelled out. The good restaurants, the theater, the stores are all gone and won’t be coming back, not soon anyway and only in a much more degraded fashion. Commercially, the office buildings will never fill up again now that businesses have discovered that remote working is a viable and much cheaper option for almost everything except manufacturing. Plus the retail stores have been looted and burned out of existence and have no hope of customers showing up for months to come. And finally, the residents who can leave, have. The loss of all the above plus the rampant crime and fear that it entails has made New York a decidedly unappealing locale for the upper classes. And when they leave that will change the complexion of life in New York in a decisive way.
When I left New York thirty three years ago I did so because it had become a bad place to raise kids for anyone who wasn’t rich. Now, unless you have a security fence like the one around the T Rex pen in Jurassic Park and a private helipad, even the rich wouldn’t want to live there. Well, I’ve already made my peace with being a stranger in a strange land. Any place that would enthusiastically re-elect Bill de Blasio deserves everything it gets and more. I just feel bad for the small business owners and working class people. But it will be a permanent object lesson for all of them about living in a place where marxists are in charge.
The weather has taken on a late summer feel. Which is still plenty warm but definitely means that fall will be sneaking up on us before we know it. It also means soon I’ll run out of flowers, plants and bugs to take pictures of.
And, of course, this going to be an election from hell. We can expect the Democrats to pull out all the stops and break every law in the book to try and drag Creepy Uncle Joe over the finish line. We’ll all need strong stomachs by the time this thing is over.
So stay tuned.