Trump. He makes me want to take a long hot shower…for my SOUL. His speech was indicative of his mindset – dark and rife with pointless, token phrases. It was angry and also totally empty of any real meaning.
For example, he says he has a government for the people, but they’re stacked with nominee’s like Rex Tillerson, probably the richest guy this side of the earth. A billionaire administration. FOR the people? What kind of people? I’ve got more in common with their house keepers. (Sorry Rex, and thanks for the full time employment and everything..) Gulp. Ahem.
Having said that, I’m glad it was, as they say, a ‘peaceful transfer of power’. It’s important to respect the process, even if we don’t respect the result. Or the winner of that process…anyway, hurray Democracy.
I digress. On the upside it has inspired me, oddly enough, to finally get moving on my citizenship papers. I want to make sure I can vote AGAINST him in four years. I better get moving on the paperwork before he dismantles the immigration department. Or builds a wall around it, whatever.
So what’s going on in my little world today? Ben got his shots yesterday, and I finally feel free enough to take him out in public. Self imposed isolation is over! I can go back to the mall! (I never go to the mall). I can go to concerts! (Well maybe not with Ben). I can finally lower my ‘worry over contagious diseases that could kill him’ down to 3 from a 9. Hooray! I’ve turned a corner!
Ben has his first birthday party to attend this Sunday in Houston. The first time I’ve felt comfortable exposing him to those screaming vortexes of germs, toddlers. Wish us luck!
We’re also going to a friend’s house tonight, the first time I’ve ventured out to anyplace I didn’t HAVE to go in 8 weeks.
It’s a big weekend for everyone.
I can feel the garden pulling at my frontal lobe. (Plan me! Order my seeds! Weed me! Plant me!) Come PLAY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!? My pre-Ben life is finally starting to coalesce around me again, including and accommodating our newest family member. Who is, luckily enough, a pretty chill little guy.
Also, can birds get blood poisoning? I’m back to feeding the birds (mostly squirrels) but the feeder is pretty rusty. Am I just doing more harm than good here?
Really lastly, I hope everyone has a good week, and wish us luck for the next four years…
In the immortal words of our outgoing President…
The future rewards those who press on. I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I don’t have time to complain. I’m going to press on. Barack Obama.