We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I home, and there we to bed again, and slept pretty well, and about nine rose, and then my wife fell into her blubbering again, and at length had a request to make to me, which was, that she might go into France, and live there, out of trouble; and then all come out, that I loved pleasure and denied her any, and a deal of do; and I find that there have been great fallings out between my father and her, whom, for ever hereafter, I must keep asunder, for they cannot possibly agree. And I said nothing, but, with very mild words and few, suffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quiet, and I think all will be over, and friends, and so I to the office, where all the morning doing business.
Plus sa change, plus c'est la meme chose. Sam is frequently figuring out how to deal with Mrs. P's complaints and discontents. He liked to hang out with jovial, cheerful folks between business or government deals, often returning home late from the theater or from taverns in a well-lubricated condition.
One can spend many enjoyable hours keeping up with Sam's diaries, which are more interesting - and better-written - than any Tweets or Facebook posts you will ever read. He did love life, and entered fully into it with a sense of fun and with enough discipline to make it work.
No... you are a bad man, Bird Dog... you did not just get me hooked on Pepys' diaries. (Yes you did, of course, and I see many hours of pleasurable reading ahead. But man... I got stuff to do! What the heck?!)
I started at the beginning of the Pepys diaries this morning, "January 1660," and he mentions these physics a few times. It seems like a dose of something at the start or end of each day... but it isn't his usual "morning draught." (Hah!)
i agree --i'm thru the ''that was SO cheesy'' stage and now just enjoying the musicianship for itself --that pop music era was and still is mighty loaded with non-musical subtext but at bottom the big groups had players who knew their songs and how to play their instruments pretty dang well.
Here's another you haven't heard since it came thru the AM radio in your daddy's Chevy:
that was what i left out --the medicine itself --oops --anyhoo, morning draughts, Benjamin Franklin was a vinegar man --i can hardly imagine --but old dumb analogy medicine would say he was doing the right thing pH -wise against alkali problems like 'the stones' and sech. And he lived long and chased women nearly to the end --
He reveals so much of himself to the reader, and almost nothing to himself, poor thing. He's the classic "But what do women want?" buffoon, even though he seems actually to care about his wife, without actually hearing a word she says. The Diaries are engrossing.