Mitt Romney scares me. As he should everyone. Along with his cohort Paul Ryan.
As does Stephen Harper, he of the glacial blue eyes and hidden agendas.
Isn't it odd how these men are so goodlooking in a mannequinish kind of way?
Then again, so was Ted Bundy.
It's funny that. How we expect the ogres of our time to look like monsters out of fairy-tales. When they're always so good-looking. This is how they access their victims. We should teach our children to beware of the good looking ones with the excellent teeth and perfect hair.
I am reading quite a wonderful book at the moment called Ghost Written by David Mitchell. It is full of luscious lines like:
"The mountains toss and turn and then lie down until the grasslands begin."and
"Sometimes language can't even read the music of meaning."
Books can elevate us out of the mundane. Act like balm to the soul. Fill our imagination to over-flowing. Replace thoughts of bills and work and hunkering down for winter.
I was inspired by the autumnal red in my wee trees out back, even on this dullish day. And sadly, beside the glow of the crimson there is Mabel, all chopped up and drying out to keep me warm through next winter.