WWC and the morning papers.

Willi and I always start out our morning with coffee and the newspapers. This has become our ritual. Enough time is built into the waking hour so we can read, share, critique, complain and on occasion, do some editorializing of our own. Sometimes he reads an article to me, interjecting his own verbiage. On occasion he does it so well that I can't tell where the real article ends and he begins, that is until it becomes so outlandish even I, the gullible one, see through it. It's always interesting to compare the reporting via the political slants of the papers, the Times (R) and the Post Tribune (D). You almost have to read them both to get the whole story.

Most mornings I can manage to find some good news interspersed with the usual gloom and doom. If not good news, maybe something that will make me laugh, or at least giggle. For example, last week we followed the story of the power hungry mayor of a neighboring town who harassed the fire chief into resignation. The final straw came when the mayor found fault with, of all things, a sign at the fire station honoring the 9/11 volunteers. This fire chief, the fourth in five years, lasted three months. The town functions so much like Mayberry, you just have to laugh.

This morning's papers had no redeeming qualities, except of course for Opus. After reading about Indiana's high school dropout rate and overcrowding in the local jails, I moved on to the world news. A bombing in Iraq kills 38, mostly women and children in line at a gas station...well you get the picture.

Searching for something a little more light-hearted led me to the horoscopes. In my former life, pre-Willi, I read the horoscopes every morning. Times were not the best and every once in awhile they actually forecast something good or exciting - heaven knows, we all need that. On the other hand, anything that had the slightest possibility of preventing me from stepping in "it" was greatly appreciated. Mind you, I didn't plan my life around them but on some days I certainly ducked when told to. At any rate, today I found my giggle...

Sagittarius (Nov. 22 - Dec. 21):

The Times (R)
Neither too-big ideas nor a too-big mouth will serve you well now. Keep a low profile to avoid stirring up resentments - although you may think you have all the answers now, chances are you do not.

The Post Tribune (D)
You choose the right words and make a difference. You have some imaginative and intuitive thoughts. Try putting one or two into action. You might be delighted by the outcome.

Courtesy of Odd Mix, the words are Objective and Value.

Objective

Value

A clean desktop: Friday 's objective and Monday 's value.

And finally, making mowing the lawn a valuable objective.