The bread machine leaped off the counter and committed suicide. The bread was saved by some old-fashioned kneading and is now rising in a plain bread pan. There are no bread machines for sale in either Sears or Target. It's like they went out of style when I wasn't looking, for in the areas where bread machines usually are, there were a lot of different deep-fat fryers and rice steamers (interesting juxtaposition, eh?).
We did get a new lawn trimmer, since the old one walked off the porch sometime during the last few weeks. I kept telling myself I should put it away. Oh, well. It was broken, anyway.
My father and great-uncle Albert both fought in WWII (Dad in Italy, mostly, as an Army Air Corps pilot; Albert was killed in Belgium). My great-great uncle Robert fought in WWI. I have his Purple Heart. I have the letters that were sent to my family telling them about Albert. I spent two years in the ROTC. I used to enjoy wearing my flag pin on my lapel.
Today I haven't even hung out the flag. There's only one person I blame for me losing the patriotism I grew up with. I still love my country, but oh, my... I'm so very ashamed of her these days. It's astounding how swiftly an empire can fall. It's going to take some serious building to make us what we once were in the world; I don't know if it can be done. But I really don't want to dwell on it. I am too complacent, I know that - but sometimes...