Cate has been to Warsaw and today is going to Frankfurt. She is unhappy about missing all the fun here but I told her that Georgia is not going to run out of energy so she will be bitten and licked quite substantially when she returns.
In the meantime the mulch people are delivering 10 yards of mulch today. This is the second load - the first time I had no idea how much I needed so ordered 4 yards. This proved to be nowhere near enough. 10 yards is a lot to move but I have more time now as Georgia likes to get up very early.
I am reading assiduously about the care of dogs and today ordered a pair of nail clippers which are apparently the best in the universe.I have also ordered a hose which I can attach to the shower so the we can give her baths.
All things considered - cats are much easier animals to wrangle.
In local news some Republicans are up in arms because the Pope has told the world the people are responsible for global climate change and must do something about it.
They have suggested that the Pope stick to the God stuff he knows best and leaves the climate change stuff to the scientists.
Hang on - they don’t believe the scientists either.
I was mesmerized last night by the National Review’s report of Donald Trump entering the presidential race. Apparently they are not keen.
The report reads inter alia
‘Donald Trump is in the race. Donald Trump may be the man America needs. Having been through four bankruptcies, the ridiculous buffoon with the worst taste since Caligula is uniquely positioned to lead the most indebted organization in the history of the human race.
Donald Trump, being Donald Trump, announced his candidacy at Trump Plaza, making a weird grand entrance via escalator — going down, of course, the symbolism of which is lost on that witless ape.
But who could witness that scene — the self-made man who started with nothing but a modest portfolio of 27,000 New York City properties acquired by his millionaire slumlord father, barely out of his latest bankruptcy and possibly headed for another one as the casino/jiggle-joint bearing his name sinks into the filthy mire of the one U.S. city that makes Las Vegas look respectable, a reality-television grotesque with his plastic-surgery-disaster wife, grunting like a baboon about our country’s “brand” and his own vast wealth — and not see the peerless sign of our times? On the substance, Trump is — how to put it gently? Oh, why bother! — an ass.