Saturday, February 25, 1984

There hasn't been one Democratic nor Republican candidate who has pledged himself and his campaign to the task of jobs and job programs. The Revered Jesse Jackson has pledged himself to the task of the poor, which is admiral, and although not exactly a second class objective, it still basically has nothing to do with making the members of my city productive members.

My life is complicated. In the summer I'm taking care of the pool, yard, garden and cleaning the house, and in the winter I try to catch up on all the things I don't have time to do in the summer, all the while trying to work. I need to simplify my life.

I met my child at the hospital. I couldn't take my car, because the radiator is leaking like a sieve now. Mom's car hadn't been started since September, but it started and got me there. All the tires were still up and all I had to do was add oil, transmission, power steering and brake fluids.

It was a beautiful today, in the upper 40's. For the first time since Love's death, I looked at all the plants, trees and bushes that he had planted. As I walked by the rose bushes, although they looked dead, I envisioned I smelled roses as if they were in full bloom. And then I remembered Cilco.

I have our picture, Love and me, on a wall beside my bed, and one on a nightstand.

We think that we are most humane, but are we? If we are more humane, why is Love dead? His preliminary autopsy revealed that because Love had been allowed to suffer so many heart attacks without surgery, he continued to suffer them even after the surgery was successful. Are we really more humane. We don't take care of our people, and make certain that they are adequately fed, clothed, sheltered and protected. We don't create a productive job for each person that wants to work. Lawmakers could do the most and haven't. Each country must take care of it's own, before the world will make it's own ideal world. The American government could set the world's standard, but doesn't seem to be doing any of that at my house in my town or my state, for that matter.

The smarter I am, the dumber I am. The more I understand, the more I realize there are things I don't understand. It is like a small white cloud, that with each new bit of information or knowledge gets bigger, until it completely blocks the sunlight and the beautiful sky.