I’m really glad and
grateful that several of you said wonderful things about my post last night and
my evening back in the literary world of Texas. I needed that affirmation
because today someone on Facebook told me that I am surely the most ignorant of
the ignorant. It had to do with a thread about Beto O’Rourke. At this point I
am not promising to support Beto but neither will I criticize him—I’m waiting
to see how this overcrowded field shakes out. But I contributed what I thought
was a reasonable statement on the fact that he waves his arms and jumps around
a lot when addressing a crowd—d.trump also waves his arms a lot. It doesn’t say
a lot about either man’s ability to run our country. But, oh boy, was I jumped
on. A blazing example of the ugly divisiveness that has engulfed our country,
and it makes me feel sad. Two Facebookers, one I know and one I don’t, came to
my defense and I appreciate it. I know I have a lot of flaws—ignorance is not
one of them.
The highlight of my day
was the arrival of Colin and his family for lunch. I had been uncertain if they’d
stop on their way home from skiing, but first I heard they would stop for a quick
visit. Then came the question: did I want them to bring Railhead for lunch? Of
course I did. We had a good visit, and I was reluctant to see them go. And the
barbecue was great—I’d been wanting it.
The rest of my day was
not so glorious. I went the zoo road to pick up groceries—it was the middle of
the day, and I figured zoo people were all in there visiting the animals. I
would not get stuck in either arriving or departing traffic—and I didn’t. It’s
those one or two drivers who think they can game the system. Zoo or park
officials have parking carefully controlled and well managed, but there’s
always that person who thinks he or she can evade the rules….and so drives five
miles an hour looking for opportunity. How do you tell these people they’d have
more time at the zoo if they’d just park in the designated spots and walk
there? My frustration level was not great, though I had a lovely conversation
with the Central Market employee who brought my groceries—we had North Carolina
memories and farm fresh eggs in common.
I went my way, picked up
my eggs, and came home—it’s no easy task to get two bags of groceries in while
using a walker, but I did it and thought I’d just check email before a
well-deserved nap. Someone in the neighborhood had sent me pictures for the
newsletter, but every time I tried to copy them my computer crashed and getting
it rebooted was touch and go, a long, slow process—I was actually proud of myself
that I worked through it. I finally erased the email pictures and suggested she
send them straight to the designer.
Then I napped but couldn’t
sleep. Just not my day.
Tonight, Jordan and her
boys came home from two days at a neighbor’s lake house, only to find the
carbon monoxide detector going off. The firemen came, said the detector was
probably old, get a new one and call them if the new one went off. They also
told them all kinds of symptoms to watch for. So Christian and Jacob set off to
get a new detector, and I’ve heard no more. I presume they’re okay.
Just that kind of day. We
all have them.
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