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From our IL rep again…

Jan’s Plans & Pans – May 27, 2023

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Dear Ms. Georgiann Carlson,

 

Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen said the projected debt ceiling deadline is extended to June 5, four days later than previously estimated. In the meantime, Kevin McCarthy and the Republicans in Congress are still pushing for cruel budget cuts that will harm millions of Americans. One of my GOP colleagues even said that Republicans “don’t feel like negotiating with their hostage.” The lives of Americans are not a game. The GOP must stop holding the most vulnerable among us hostage. Democrats in Congress will continue to fight back against these awful proposals.

 

As we approach the looming debt ceiling deadline, I promise to keep you updated with the latest information.

 

Neon…a short story

Free Slow Down Logo Stock Photo

She leaned against the glass door and practically fell into the lobby.  She straightened herself and went to the desk.

“Yes?  Can I help you?” asked the man greeting people.

“That’s a really heavy door.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I want to know why you think it’s a good thing to slow down?  What if some people want to go fast?”

“It’s just the name of the place,” he whispered, bending over, hoping she would leave.  “It doesn’t really have to mean anything.”

“People are always saying slow down and smell the roses, or going on and on about how much people who go fast are missing.  Those people would be wrong.”

“Okay, fine,” he said, smiling at the people behind her, pointing them toward the interior of the bar.

“I think people who go slow miss a lot more because they only see one or two things, while the rest of us fast people see everything, or almost everything.”

“I agree.  Now, if you’ll just step out of the way….”

“And people are born with slow or fast personalities, so there’s nothing wrong with being either one, although how people can go slow is beyond me.”

“Of course it is,” he said, looking at the line starting to form behind her.

“Slow is slow.  You can’t get anything done.  I mean, I like to go fast, so does that mean I can’t go inside?”

“It does not,” he said, happily.  “In fact, why don’t you go inside right now.”

“What are you?”

“Excuse me?” he said.

“Fast or slow?”  What are you?”

“Uh, more in the middle, I think.”

“So, not slow?”

“No,” he admitted.  “Not slow.”

“Do you own this place?”

“Seriously?  Do I look like I own this place?”

“You don’t, but I thought I’d ask, just to make sure.  I think you should add the word DON’T to the top of the sign.”

“Don’t slow down?”

“Yes.  You may get a bunch of different people stopping by, but they’d probably drink more and party harder.”

He smiled, then started laughing.  “You might be right.”

“All the people who are going inside, look like they could fall asleep.”

“That’s not true,” he snickered.

“Words need to be chosen carefully.”

“They do.”

“It’s not the journey, it’s the destination that matters.”

“I always thought that was true.”

“It is, for a lot of us.  But those who want to hold people back, the people who come to this place to go slow, don’t get that.”

“They certainly do not.”

“I’m not saying it’s wrong to want to go slow, I just don’t understand why some think it’s wrong to go fast.”

“You’re bring up some very good points,” he agreed.  “So you’re a fastie?

“I am.”

He tore off a sheet of paper from the ledger in front of him and wrote DON’T ALWAYS in big letters, with a marker.  The he taped it above the sign on the wall.

“Thank you,” she said, looking at the people behind her.  “Fast and slow people can get along, at least for a few minutes, you know.”

People started mumbling and snickering.

“I mean it’s hard for fasties to drag things out when here’s so much they want to see and do, but it is possible.  So now this club is open to all of us.  Slow isn’t for everyone, neither is fast.  But it’s okay to be either one.”

There was a smattering of applause, although some people left, muttering about those awful fasties, always getting in their slow lanes.  Always in a hurry.

“Well, thank for your time,” she said.  “Have a great night.”

He watched her go, so did everyone else, for that matter, then a man in the back yelled, CAN YOU PLAY FASTER MUSIC IN THIS JOINT?  That’s when the fighting broke out.

From: Astronomy Picture of the Day…kind of reminds me of those unexpected friendships between a turtle and a hippo.

Ida and Dactyl: Asteroid and Moon

Words from the street…

love one another chalk written on concrete floor

Photo:  Jon Tyson
Unsplash

Street art…

woman sitting near graffiti

Photo:  Jon Tyson
Unsplash

Street art from TAB54

Excellent quote from: Patti Smith on A Pondering Mind blog

Love…a story poem.

gray concrete statue of man holding stick

she was beautiful
everyone said so
she was intelligent
everyone said that as well
but she couldn’t
settle down
she was restless
spending her time
outside
walking
talking to
animals
birds
even worms
she spent hours
conversing
with cats
chipmunks
mice and dogs
she wasn’t interested
in people
they didn’t
understand her
when she spoke to them
about the beauty
that existed everywhere
about the wonder
of it all
about the fact
that we were killing
everything
including themselves
so she continued to
travel
walking here and there
her body growing
heavier
and heavier
as people shunned her
and her radical idea
that animals
should have the same rights
as humans
and that the earth should be
loved
and cared for
so she took
side roads
and were there were
no roads
she made her own
going deeper
and deeper
into the world
of nature
where leaves
brushed lovingly against her
and birds sang
their lullabies
to her as darkness
fell
and her heart
opened to everything
around her
but she continued
to grow
heavier
as she realized
that nothing
was changing
the killing
violence
and destruction
continued
as it always had
and then
one morning
she found
that she could
barely move
she smiled
and the deer came closer
so did the raccoons
and opossums
the skunks
and the snakes
the butterflies
fluttered around her
and all of the living beings
of the forrest
came to watch
as she turned
to stone
before their eyes
but not before
she tore open her
chest
with her bare hands
in order
to let the love in her
heart
out
to touch those she cared for
most of all
and when it was over
and she was as still
as death
the creatures
sang to her
and sent
their blessings
and thanks
for all she had given
to them
because all living things
other than humans
know
that love truly given
is the greatest
gift of all

Photo:  Marianna Smiley
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Beauty…

Free Bridge Near Waterfall Stock Photo

Photo:  Pixabay

Gorgeous photographs…from Bored Panda

Nature Photography: 20 Winning Images Of The International Photo Awards 2022

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