It’s true—the sun
was shining today, and it was an absolutely gorgeous day. Jordan asked if I
wanted to run errands with her and after first declining so I could stay home
and write, I changed my mind and went. We went to Calloway’s looking for a
small, low house plant for one that died from lack of water and for mums or
something to put in a pot outside my front door. She had gotten gorgeous mums
at Central Market for $14.00. At Calloway’s, surprise, they were almost a third
again of that amount. And the smallest mums were $14.00. Houseplants were all
succulents. We gave up and moved on.
I did some odds
and ends on my desk—a couple of people I needed to get in touch with, an
unexpected vote-by-mail ballot that I needed to figure out (still haven’t), but
I did write 1100 words today and hope to do the same tomorrow.
My cooking
experiment was pasta with anchovies and crisp bread crumbs. Since the recipe
served four I had to cut it down, and I’m not sure I got the proportions right.
I love anchovies but this was a bit much. The idea of crisp breadcrumbs on
pasta is great though, and I’ll find other uses for it. Meanwhile, I’ll have to
refine the pasta with anchovies before I share it
I cleaned out two
shelves in the freezer and found, among other things, a large piece of
chocolate Bundt cake. Shared it with Jacob, but it was too much even for both
of us and a good-sized piece went back into the freezer.
But if you caught
the reference to the Democratic Party celebration song in the title of this
post, happy days are not here again. Certainly not for the people of Puerto
Rico. I read a post tonight about all the aid the sitting president has
dispatched to that island, but I find it hard to reconcile with his
increasingly vile tweets about the territory, its leaders, and its people. His
scorn for the suffering and death there, while he plays golf at one of his
estates, is beyond anything Americans ever envisioned in their nightmares. Apparently,
his anger can be traced back to a failed investment, a case wherein he left the
island territory a debt of something like $32 million.Like many others, I think
San Juan’s mayor is a hero(ine?).
Clearly, Trumpf or
tRump, whichever you prefer, has committed many impeachable offenses, and there
is an increasing level of outrage across the country. But where is the
Congressional outrage, even concern? I find it hard to believe that these two
bodies of men and women, elected to serve their country, have not risen up in
protest against the slow but steady dismantling of everything we stand for. The
Republicans control Congress, and he is their problem because he is the titular
head of the party.
Are they so blinded
by privilege, power, and bribes that they are willing to sit back and watch our
country fall apart under their watch? Is there not a backbone among them except
for Senator John McCain, that venerable hero, and two or three women? (Hours
after McCain told an interviewer that he is probably dying, Trump ridiculed him
for going back on his health care promises—what McCain promised was to work for
the best solution for the American people, not to support one heartless bill
after another, all born of desperation.) I simply cannot believe I live in a
country governed by a system of checks and balances and yet this man, whom many
believe to be mentally ill, runs rampant and unchecked.
In my rosy, ideal
world, Congress would put country above party. On that note, sweet dreams
everyone
