The evening before election day, Ava and I walked down to the estuary, sat on a pier, and watched the fishing boats come in. The sky was cloud-studded but dry, the weather shirt-sleeve warm. The light resembled a luminist painting. The morning of election day, we walked down and watched the boats go out again under the same low, dry, radiant sky, while sharing a buttery croissant from the local tea shop. I thought, not for the first or last time, “It doesn’t matter whose butt gets planted in the Oval Office. This doesn’t change. This is my place and…
Month: November 2016
No, that definitely did not go well. I awoke from a general anesthetic Thursday morning to discover that they hadn’t performed the minor surgery I’d signed on for. Beyond my skills, the surgeon told me shortly. I didn’t see a sign of how bad it was until I was poking around in there. Really. So sorry. Don’t worry. This isn’t a case of “We’re sewing you shut and sending you home to die.” More like “We’re referring you to some specialist you can’t afford even with insurance and if said specialist slips up you’ll have major quality of life issues…
Well, that was fun. While you can’t exactly say the good guy won last night, politics-wise (Trump acolytes on Gab.ai are already planning the wall building and the roundup of my former neighbors from the old flatlands house and we’re likely to see tired authoritarian hacks like Guiliani, Gingrich, and Christie — ick — in power), the bad guys certainly got a giant punch in their snooty, elitist, entitled noses. And “the people” sure spoke loud and clear, even if millions don’t grok how poorly their message will ultimately be received. I’m dealing with some medical stuff right now (nothing…
Well, we’ve survived to The Day despite being pelted with toxic muck for lo these many months. And we’ll survive, and even manage to thrive, no matter whether cat poop or gravel wins the presidential race. We are in peril no matter what happens, but despite the hysterical claims, this will probably not turn out to be the most important election in our lifetimes (H/T BSC). Well, unless Hillary wins, gets drunk, and goes nuclear. But chances are if she does become Madame President (as Newsweek so handily proclaimed) she’ll be too preoccupied fending off impeachment and indictment to do…