Quote #1

 I saw this today on Sabine's Interim Arrangements and had to share.

"I'm just a sucker for courage. As I say so often, I'm moved by the gift of courage, because when you walk towards danger, in the danger, and dare to do what's needed, you put your own safety at risk so you become in some way larger than life. Fear makes you shrink, doesn't it?"

--Joanna Macy

Now I just have to find out who Joanna Macy is.

Thanksgiving Fantasy

Do you have Thanksgiving coming up with gloating Republican family members? Go anyway, and if they start discussing politics quietly get up and leave. Don't say a word to the jerks, just thank the hosts for all the good food and leave. No need to engage with the jerks because that's what they want. If you politely leave, they'll get the message. It is important that they understand you are a person of substance, and you refuse to be abused.

Drive separately if your significant other doesn't choose to support you.

If the hostess calls you the next day to ask why you left, tell them you didn't feel like you belonged.

If you are the person who is hosting the event, you can get up and go to your room for the rest of the evening.

Enjoy!

Duality

I believe the nature of this world is a duality between good and evil. The reality is we must always be ready to do battle against the darkness. Sometimes we win, and sometimes we lose. It is important to accept this is an everlasting battle, one that will never truly be won by either side. However, it must always be fought.

beyond gloomy

Yesterday was a weird day. It felt like a cross between the end of the world and a gloomy Sunday. The kind of Sunday where you know when you wake up Monday morning you have to go to a job you hate. 

Today I'm worried about Social Security and Medicare for the future. 

Dark days ahead.

'Merica

Ugh

Although anxiety is having its way with me, exhaustion is paramount. Why? There are a number of reasons, triggers all. Of course the upcoming election is driving all of us a little mad. That's the worst of it. If it wasn't for that, real life worries would be manageable.

The other reasons are personal, things I don't really want to think about let alone write about. These are things that will pass, I don't need to obsess over them. As always, I'll just ride it out. Everything will be fine.

All I want to do is sleep until November 5. If things go badly in the election, I may never want to wake up. But I will find a way out of fear and despair. I'm almost sure of it.

Hey, I always do.

After Milton

We are fine. Power is back on as of last night (thank you Duke Energy workers!). The front yard is hastily cleaned up of debris. Standing water and mushy ground makes it hard to do a good job in the back. That can wait.

During the worst of the hurricane our pool was full. The draining pump went off when we lost power. The force of the wind blew water out of the pool out the back where it wouldn’t creep up on our house. Crazy.

We actually had less water in the pool when we woke up on Thursday than when we went to bed late Wednesday night. We lost power about 2:30 am. Yes, we slept through the worst of it, which hit between 2 and 6 am. I kept waking up in the dark hearing the wind so powerful and loud, not knowing what might happen next.  

We were lucky.  

Before Milton

We live in Orange County, Florida, about 25 minutes west of Orlando and an hour and a half east of Tampa. Yes, we are in the path of Hurricane Milton. No, we don't have mandatory (or even recommended) evacuation orders, and will be staying put. I'm glad to avoid being on the highways with all those poor souls from the storm surge areas of the Gulf Coast. The city of Tampa alone has more than 400,000 people, and the evacuation areas run up and down the coast in the area where Milton is expected to land. We are on high ground in the middle of the state, so we're not expecting any flash flooding. However, there will be WIND and RAIN and this will be a messy mess.  

Tom is putting plywood up over windows. We have sandbags for the doors at the back of the house facing the pool, which we are draining quite a bit to make way for additional rain. We're pulling every thing we can into the house and garage. We have bottled water and lots of food. I'm doing laundry in anticipation of losing power. I half filled zip lock gallon bags with water and stuck them in the freezer to help keep things cool for a couple days. Today I will get large heavy duty water proof plastic bags to store electronics and important documents in. I'll fill the bathtub with water for washing up.  We have a solar lantern, batteries, and plenty of candles.  

I think we are as ready as we can be. Wish us luck!

Solitaire

Yesterday I hung out with our grandson, N. We went downtown and looked at books, games, and clever Halloween thingies. Then we bought an ungodly amount of french fries which we took back to my house to share with Grandpa. We all watched a game show on Netflix called "Is it Cake?" Later I took N home, and while we waited for his parents to return I taught him the card game solitaire. 

My maternal grandfather taught me solitaire about 60 years ago. It was the only time I spent any time alone with him (he had 36 grandchildren), and he was so kind and sweet. 

Solitaire seemed like the best card game in the world to me, because you could play it by yourself. You could cheat if you wanted to, and no one would know or care, except you. I quickly realized that winning because I cheated wasn't nearly as exciting as when the random luck of the draw enabled me to win. It was a private learning experience that stayed with me.

Now I've taught my grandchild. I can only hope that in 60 years he'll remember this.

  

Signs of the season

We put a Harris/Walz sign out in our yard the other day.  We have decided not to take it in at night. Every morning I get up and check to see if it is still there.  So far, so good.  

The Unfriendly Republican across the street usually has signs in his yard.  No Trump sign yet, although it is still early. The UR is Catholic, which I have determined because he has a statue of St. Francis of Assisi amidst the bushes in front of his house.  I still wonder why a good Catholic would support a liar, a cheat, a rapist?  I know, I'm naive. The thing is, when I was a good Catholic I took all that dogma seriously.  I believed that good was to be strived for, and evil was obviously to be triumphed over. 

Their Jesus never said don't have an abortion, but he most certainly said to love our neighbor as ourselves.  It's as simple as that, you know?

Bartolomé Bermejeo, Saint Michael Triumphs over the Devil, The National Gallery, London

Debate?

Oh gee, what a debate it was! She wound him up like a top and played him like a fiddle. He was no match for her. 

He's toast.