I awake in the a.m. and retire in the p.m. I live in the year some thing or other AD. As far as I am concerned those are about all the initials I need in my life. Life, however, doesn’t agree on this point. Each day finds me deciphering mysterious sets of letters that represent actual people, places and things.
I am trying not to be paranoid but I feel like I am constantly on a game show of some sort. The representative initials can hit without warning. It is up to me to successfully translate their meaning before I can continue with my life.
Initials, lone letters of the alphabet loom on the horizon of my sanity. Try as I might to avoid them, they invade when least expected and I have to immediately struggle with a translation in order to keep up.
I arrive at morning Mass in the a.m. and soon hear that the RCIA will meet that evening. CCD will take place on Monday afternoon. It is suggested that all attending these meetings get there ASAP. They probably divulge the newest sets of initials early on in the program so one doesn’t want to be late. As Mass progresses, if I find anything out of the ordinary, I am told to refer to the last meeting of the NCCB.
I return home, slowing at RR crossings. I discover the sprinkler system is on the blink and will require PVC piping PDQ or we will have a flood. On the way to the garden shop, the radio DJ tells me it will be warm and sunny. Pretty long words to be used by someone with a two-letter name.
At the store, I experience a delay as the IBM system seems to be down and they are having trouble getting through with the AT&T. The clerk gives me a bright smile and apologizes for the SNAFU!
My busy day requires visits to both an MD and a DDS. Good thing I am not a PhD or I might spend more time than necessary trying to figure out why.
When I get home, I get my mail and find letters from AARP and advertisements from BMW. There is also an invitation to a BYOB party. I feel the strain of the day setting in and decide that I won’t care about finding out what a BYOB party entails. The sender provided a SASE so I could RSVP promptly.
An evening in front of the television sounds brain-numbing enough for an over-abbreviated person. I tune in just a they show pictures of UFO’s on the news. And the same story appears on ABC, CBS and NBC. A semi-interesting documentary on the life span of a bat suddenly informed it’s viewers that it was being shown on PBS.
A video selection begins with a soldier who is AWOL. The newspaper has the ACLU defending someone again. I make a deliberate effort to calm myself and think in well-spelled out, whole words because I know if I really start emoting at this point, I will pass out . . . and someone will probably start CPR.
It is getting rather scary how State politicians in California want to turn us basically into a big brother state when it comes to our cars. Transportation in CA is difficult to regulate fairly as due to employment issues, many have to travel a lot further than others to maintain an income that provides for their families. If the state starts taxing us by the mile, it eats away at necessary income and gives the state control over every mile we drive and where those miles take us. And, besides just the basic taxation on our drives to work, what about driving vacations up the coast, to Disneyland, etc. Seems such a law could impact all people and all businesses to an extend. Will the politicians get a ‘free ride’ because they use their cars for business while we are merely being extravagant in coping with our day-to-day life?
Talk about the land of the free and the home of the brave . . . not an apt description of California when the politicos start dreaming up ways to run our lives.
Right now, Californians pay the third highest rate for electricity in the Continental United States. If the proposed gas restrictions are enacted, Californians will end up paying the highest cost for gasoline in the entire nation. Bad for the tourist trade and even worse for the residents.
Increasing cost of gasoline in California will make the commute to work and home each day more difficult and would cut down options for weekend trips in some cases because of the dent in the family budgets. Eventually, it could even impact businesses who deal with weekend visitor, amusement parks, beaches, restaurants, etc.
This bill would impact mini-vans and trucks. Many people need trucks for their businesses which would reduce their income when more money has to go to driving their work truck. I don’t know about other families, but we have a mini-van as a safe option for taking our children to school, church, and various excursions. To zero in on innocent people in even proposing this bill is almost impossible to believe . . . but, then, this is California.
If this Senate Bill 350 passes, we will see a big jump in many other prices for necessities like groceries and housing. It takes gasoline to run the trucks that bring food to our stores, goods to our shelves, and building supplies to improve or build homes.
Think airfare is high now? Think was restricting the use of gasoline and diesel fuel in California by 50% will do to planes flying out of the state or other aircraft having to fill their tanks in California.
Although this all sounds too preposterous to happen, look at the other rules and regulations already in effect here and the taxes we pay.
Here’s hoping enough people here in California call their legislators to vote a NO on SB350.