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| Sophie, listening to what I have to say |
Yesterday
was a long day. Jordan’s allergy were severe, and she took the day off and
stayed in bed. I’m spoiled—used to her popping in and out periodically during
the day. Gave me great empathy for those who live truly alone and went through
long days of quarantine with no human contact. I had just a smidgeon—Jordan came
out in the morning to tell me she was taking the day off, Jacob came out in the
late afternoon chasing a dog who, with inadequate bathroom manners, is not
supposed to be in the cottage, and Christian came out about seven bringing me
the dinner he brought from King Tut. Other than that, it was me and Sophie—so glad
to have her to talk to.
Last
night was long too but not unpleasant. One of life’s many pleasures to me is
lying in your bed, all cozy and comfortable and safe, listening to thunder roll
overhead and a steady rain come down. I understand some parts of the Metroplex
got hail and damage and I am so sorry about that, but here it was just rain—no wind,
not much lightning that I knew. Just that thunder. As my mom used to say, “The
gods were bowling.” Sophie was not nearly as pleased as I was.
Today
all I wanted to do was sleep—maybe it was being awake so much in the night, but
I kept trying to sneak a nap and Sophie kept demanding I get up. I got distracted
from my morning routine making a “night-before” salad this morning that I
should have made last night. Threw my whole schedule off, and I did no
proofreading today. As a result, my conscience is suffering a bit. Not badly,
though. I think I’m ahead of schedule.
I have
had a political epiphany. It now seems I was incredibly naïve to think that
once Joe Biden was president and trump gone, things would work themselves out.
Not so. I cannot wrap my mind around the lies most Republicans are telling
themselves about everything from who was responsible for the January 6
insurrection (no, it clearly was not Antifa and BLM) to the Big Lie that trump
won the election in a landslide and it was stolen from him. They apparently can’t
do the math that ties a raise in the minimum wage to the exponential rise in
the cost of living, and they are opposed to COVID-relief, for reasons I yet
cannot understand except that they, who gave the 1% huge tax cuts, claim we can’t
afford to help those who work for hourly wages. They blithely ignore the record
in some states where a raise in minimum wage has had widespread economic
benefit. They also ignore that small businesses, about which they profess so
much worry, suffer when people have no pocket money to spend.
If you
read Heather Cox Richardon’s daily column, which I recommend you do (Find it on
Facebook among other places), you learn that Biden’s approval numbers are astoundingly
good. He’s doing the things America wants—vaccinations, legislation to help
those who are struggling to feed family and pay rent, restoring environmental
protections, the list is endless. Most Republicans, on the other hand, seem to
have a death wish for their party and have dug in their heels as the literal
opposition party. They have no plan, no platform, except they are opposed to
Biden and Democrats.
The big
trouble with Republican gaslighting is that the gullible among them believe
what old white men like Ron Johnson, Louie Gohmert, Rand Paul and others say. And
I’m not even talking about the extremists, though I did hear the other day
about someone who claimed Biden has been dead for years and what we see is a
clone who will be replaced March 4 when trump is inaugurated again. Oh, and
they want to blow up the Capitol Building during the as-yet-unscheduled State
of the Union Address.
Whatever
will become of our beloved country?
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