Most of the views
from the cottage these days are unfortunately political, but I do love this
picture of my youngest grandson, nine-year-old Kegan, focusing on his soccer
game. He’s small for his age but makes up for it in skill and dedication. His
ambition has been to get his hair long enough for a man bun and now he’s made
it—or, as his mom says, a boy bun. This is one of a series of pictures and at
first I thought Kegan’s sister has
started playing soccer but there’s no mistaking that boy. So proud of him. Last
I knew he had been invited to play on a team of older boys.
We did sort of
have a watch party last night. My friend Linda came from Granbury and reminded
me the last time she came to a watch party, everyone left by eight—George W.
Bush swept the election, which didn’t please my liberal friends. As the evening
wore on last night, I assured her I’d never invite her again, and she retorted
that if invited she wasn’t coming.
The dogs, however,
thoroughly enjoyed watching—because all their people were here.
Jacob is doing
homework out here tonight, having refused the good taco soup I had for him. He
asks me questions, then flings himself on the couch in despair when I don’t
know what he’s talking about. But really, he wanted a definition of
deposition—but then he added the qualifier “science-wise.” First of all,
science-wise is not a word and if used as one is bad usage. I had no idea what
he was talking about.
The view from the
cottage the last almost week has been a wet one. We’ve had an incredible amount
of rain. The gutters on the back of the main house have a thousand holes, despite
frequent and recent repairs, and I watch the water sluice off the roof in a
marvelous imitation of Niagara Falls. I look at Christian’s new grass and think
how happy it is with all this wet, and then I realize how happy Christian is
that his grass is getting watered.
Jacob announced
last night he was cheering for Trump-a definite change of attitude. I asked
why, and he said because of the e-mails. I tried to explain that was a dead
issue and he said stubbornly, “You don’t always know the truth.” It occurred to
me that his understanding of that and other issues was about on the level of
all those Americans who voted for Trump.
Of course I have thoughts
on the election but I don’t know that they add to anyone else’s. I am hugely
disappointed in the American people—and stunned by their collected voice. Many
of my fellow liberals have chosen the route of gloom and doom, but I refuse to
do so. Not because I have any confidence in the incoming administration but
because I refuse to let my life be dominated by a demagogue filled with hate. I
take the high road recommended this morning by President Obama and Secretary
Clinton. Someone posted on Facebook that the Obama legacy is now shattered. I
don’t think so. I think the class he brought to the presidency, the goals he
set and the things he accomplished, the example his family set will not go
away.
Be of good cheer,
folks. America is still America.
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