Did my chaplaincy round this morning, then went to the cafeteria for lunch with Bill where I slipped on some mashed potato someone had spilled on the floor. I didn't hurt myself, my dignity was more hurt than anything, but I was descended upon by officials with pens and papers - well, two of them, both requiring statements and signatures. I wondered how much bureaucracy there would be if I really hurt myself and needed an ambulance.
I had to go back later in the afternoon to visit my friend Donna who had surgery in the morning, and Bill asked how I was. I made a great drama of being really injured and felt I should go and see an attorney. He said "you will see an attorney before the doctor? that is the American Way". And it is indeed, I didn't realise I was beginning to think like them.
Back home I am crocheting afghans for grand daughters and watching television. Donald Trump continues to entertain. His big issue is the 18 million illegal immigrants, and he is going to stop them pouring over the southern border. His solution is to build a very big, very solid wall they won't be able to scale, and - get this - MEXICO WILL PAY FOR IT.
When pressed as to how he is going to get the President of Mexico to agree to that, he just reiterates that he will. That's because he is used to getting his way, but I think he will find in the political field that things just don't work like that.
This isn't very long but I think I'll hit publish and turn in.
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