For me, the photo in this tweet encapsulates the coverage the cable “news” outlets (Fox, MSNBC and CNN) have given to the presidential campaign since the day last June when Donald Trump announced his candidacy. Trump spoke early this afternoon in Virginia Beach, Virginia while Hillary Clinton was in Tampa, Florida. I wasn’t watching, but RawStory was, and good for them (and us). I’ve seen this countless times again, since June, 2015, with a box with Clinton in it (no audio) squeezed down into the righthand corner while the vast majority of the screen was all Trump. The point of this kind of “coverage” is apparently a cover so the cables can say they “aired” her speech too (which apparently they did, for a matter of minutes (see link above)) and they can claim that, hell yeah, we’re fair and balanced!
I’m in the market for a new, wool, winter coat. It’s way early I know. I looked around last year and found some I liked but they were sold out so I thought I’d start looking now. The coat I have is still functional but it’s about 15 years old and it feels and looks drab.
I don’t really like “cocoon” coats (the new-new-thing last year and this year, apparently and unfortunately) but this is along the lines of what I’m thinking of (I’d wear it with jeans and cords and sneakers and hoodies):
$1,150.00 is out of the question (what makes it “worth” that?), but you get the idea.
So I went to Nordstrom.com today and I looked around. I set the search to “Newest” and while, yes, I see the ridiculously expensive coat above, I also see these…on the first page…meaning there’s more insanity like this to come because, again, it’s early:
What the heck? These coats seem to be emblematic of the insanity that is this year’s US presidential election. Unhinged. Discombobulated. Incoherent. Classless. Ugly. Something nobody in their right mind likes.
Overall, my feeling with regard to both these coats and the election is: GET ME OUTTA HERE!
One day I hope to be able to write in depth about what it’s like to lose a much-loved husband and friend of 40 years.
How do you do that without writing a 1,000 page book?
For now, I’m remembering Dan Alan Vowell, who died a year ago yesterday. In the Buddhist tradition I tied a ribbon of remembrance and prayers on the oak tree in the backyard outside our (now my…do I call it my or our?) kitchen window.
Sending love your way forever.
Today would have been Dan’s and my 39th wedding anniversary.
I think I’m doing pretty well. I have good days and bad. Probably a mix of 50/50. Maybe 60/40.
The one year anniversary of Dan’s death is coming up on July 25. I don’t know if or how it will change me but I think it’s important to get past it…to get beyond all the “firsts.” The FIRST birthday. The FIRST Thanksgiving. The FIRST day the Letter Carrier delivered the seed catalogues that Dan would delve into and start planning his garden. The FIRST time I heard the screech of that bird this spring that we both hated hearing. Gawd. The firsts seem to roll around once a week. There’s got to be some relief in getting that freakin first, first, first anniversary thing done and behind me.
I’ve always had a difficult relationship with Mother’s Day. My mother was an emotionally withdrawn, self-involved woman who didn’t give her three kids much though; she was wrapped up in her own issues. When I was just under three years old she had twins which I think overwhelmed and stunned her into withdrawing even more.
BUT, over the years I came to have an appreciation for Mother’s Day that didn’t involve human children, thanks to my Dear Dan. I don’t think there was ever a Mother’s Day when my Dear Dan didn’t give me a card. I’ve culled through a lot stuff over the last months but here’s one he gave me in 1997 that I still have:
Inside the card says: “What a babe! (Of course, I always think that.)” It’s signed: “You are a great mother of plants and Julia. I love you. Dan”
Julia was our dog at the time.
How cool is that that my Dear Dan recognized caring for plants (that can be a lot of work) and for dogs (that can be a lot of work too) is mothering?!!
You don’t have to be the mother of a human to mother.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Imagine four or eight years of this. Imagine a President Trump tweeting from the White House every hour and holding near-daily inane “press conferences.” The guy needs constant attention. He’d exhaust the world.
Gawd. I live in the pink area:
If we get 10-20 inches of snow “by early Saturday” it will be our third – third! – 10+ inch snow storm in six weeks. During the first of the three, on March 23, my neighborhood was without power for 18 hours. I don’t think there’s anything more boring than being being snowed in for a day and not having power It’s kind of fun for an hour or two but that tends to wear off pretty quickly. And now, leaves are coming out on the trees (think broken branches) and so many plants are apt to get crushed: Tulips, peonies and clematis, to name but a few that I have in my yard.
This is getting very, very old. I’m so ready for spring!
Welp, guess I’d better get out there and cover things up as best as I can. (Groan.)