My Bed of Pain

Sorry I haven't posted this week, but I had to concentrate on my pain. I have found that to get the maximum sympathy, I have to moan more loudly and pitifully than I used to. It's a slippery slope, though, and if I'm not careful, I could overdo it and end up in Shady Pines Rest Home.

I slept wrong the other night, and my shoulder and arm have given me fits ever since. I know you young folks won't really relate to this, being supple and agile and all, but seniors will understand how long it takes to recover. As you will have deduced by now, I'm better, although still twingeing, and whingeing.

To make matters worse, it was my right arm.

End of whine.

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Yesterday's primaries ended as predicted with Hillary winning in Kentucky and Obama winning in Oregon, effectively cancelling each other out, I guess. Ho-Hum.

Only three more, and, of course, there's May 31, the day the Democratic National Committee meets to decide what to do with Michigan and Florida. There are reports that they will give each delegate 1/2 vote and let them go to the convention. This puts Obama back in the race in those two states, I guess.

The Democrats are going to have to get it together and make some simple rules for primaries, and then stick to them. All this "moving the finish line" that Hillary is trying to do is getting tiresome. The irony of the situation is that the rules were made to ensure that black voters were represented fairly. And, who was the head of the DNC when these complicated, convoluted rules were made? Bill Clinton, of course.

Talk about something coming back and biting you on the ass!

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I'm just devastated. Ted Kennedy has been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. He will start treatment soon, and I hope it helps. Many years ago, the biggest mistake in his life taught him a valuable lesson, and he learned it well. He has turned into one of the most effective and hard-working senators. With the traumatic deaths of his brothers, he stepped up and became a surrogate father to all of their children.

And, I wish the newspeople would stop speaking of him in the past tense. He's still here, and I, for one, hope he will be for a long time to come.