Saturday Morning Coffee

Well, good morning. I see that I am not the only old fogy unable to navigate these waters. My friend Mark, from NYC, sent an email duplicating a message he supposedly left here as a comment. It did not happen. I, on the other hand, have just spent the last 26 minutes trying to re-discover the path that leads to posting a new post. I believe I am on the right track enough to put this to the text area, but will copy it to some place else before pushing the last button. In case it loads my words on the big barge and takes them out to sea. They will still be somewhere where I can at least email them off to my friend.
As for the coffee, I did have some, although I am not a big coffee drinker these days. I once was teaching a class on the merits of pH, and solubility, while having a cup of it on my desk. A rather unruly student sitting close to the front had quite a time keeping his eyes open, and was plainly not paying attention. After half an hour discourse, he woke up long enough to realize he was the center of attention, and asked a stupid question to appear as if he were paying attention. He asked what is pH? I said: for your purposes it is just a matter of immersing some litmus paper in a liquid, and comparing it to a color chart, and once matched, determining if he were in trouble or not. All this while, I dipped some litmus paper in my coffee, and held it to the color chart. It occurred to me in that instant, that if a person were to dump a 55 gallon barrel of this mixture down a city drain, he would be in abeyance of local ordinance. The pH of my coffee was strictly acidic. And so much so, that it was near the pH of my stomach acid. Having had upset stomach be a common complaint, it was the last time I drank coffee regularly. I still like it, and love the smell, but it is tea for me these days. pH neutral, and a blessing to my stomach.
I went with my wife some 80 miles north last evening to visit my elderly parents. My dad had severe vascular issues, and my mom has leukemia that wearies her terribly. My week was nasty and insulting as usual, and we typically go to dinner Friday evening, or do something to break the week from the weekend. They were as well as can be expected, and happy to have some company. My mom made chicken and dumplings, which my wife had secretly prayed earlier in the day for some comfort food, and we talked about things on our minds.
Of course politics came up, and the de-throning of our Governor was high on the list. My dad thought he got his just deserts, and my mom even chimed in on his immoral, and wicked ways. I had heard earlier in the day in a TV interview a senator who had been involved in voting him out, say: "He is absolutly the best liar I have ever heard." This is an amazing compliment coming from a politician. I knew early, when Richard M. Daily who has had many photos with Blogo and Bama, stated that "Rod is Cookoo" this man's ship had sailed. When the reighning prince of Chicago puts his foot on your neck you are all the way done. Guilty or innocent of this particular crime, his arrogance has done him in. I suppose a unified congress in the state of Illinois is now the standard to which other states can hope for. It has to at least be entertaining. We do seem to have earned "The crookedest state in the Union" title, and if he goes to jail, will have the most former governers in prison at one single time, and maybe the most former governers of all time who went to prison. It occurs to me this Quinn has an amazing task before him : "You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn"