Weekend Coffee Share, Plot Twist

November 12, 2016 — American history, corruption, election, plot twist, politics

#WeekendCoffeeShare

If we were having coffee today I would tell you that I am dedicated to simple pleasures like coffee with you right now.  I have some spiced cider, a selection of teas, and we still have lots of nuts to go around.  Please help yourself and take the load of your feet for a few minutes.  As I told you last weekend this friendly digital drink downing party between writers is a welcome safe space to hang without exposure to crazy political hoo ha.  This rare and exotic privilege to hang out and share personal thoughts is very valuable to me.  The trauma of the political season has exhausted everyone.  This is a time for healing by sincerely listening to others.

We have been subjected to far too much hate speech and faulty logic.  The big November surprise of the election of Donald Trump has twisted history.  We will now change the narrative of our story along with the costuming, the moral values, and the judicial system.  After I considered the facts, although I did not vote for him, I do share the frustration about dysfunctional government that his supporters claim to be able to remedy.  I despise the wasted days and wasted nights we spend supporting the Congress while they bicker our money down the drain.  My solution to this problem would be different, but we agree that there is a giant problem.  I do fear and loathe what has happened, but I also have been upset about the government’s dysfunction for my entire adult life.  As soon as I started paying taxes, before I could vote, I started freaking out. I have voted in every election since I turned 21, but feel that many of my choices have sucked.  My taxes have not been spent in my best interests.  I am not sure whose interests were served, but I can tell mine were not. My level of approval  has not changed much over time.  It hovers around 2%.  There is no love lost.

Some people think he will not be able to deliver on any of the bombastic promises.  Others think he will do wonders for the economy.  He seems determined to roll back civil rights and health care legislation, but he has no experience in making laws.  This is a volatile experiment being felt around the globe.  It is explosive and pernicious. Nobody knows what will happen.

My focus is where is usually is, at home.  My well-being begins and ends at my house.  I have limited control over the way the larger cookie crumbles.  Here in midtown Tucson I have purchased some perfect comice pears, some brie cheese, and some tangerines.  I am shifting the menu to holiday specials without turning to sugar to create them.  We are setting out on a gourmet journey into fabulous fall flavors.  Eating delicious food at home can make up for a lot of terrible things out in the world.  I have tiny solar lights all a twinkle outside.  In a few weeks I will start to plant my fake poinsettias in the front yard.  I bring them out a few at a time.  The week before Christmas it goes into full coverage.  I am amazed how long these fake flowers have held up, since they spend a month each year outside in the yard.  I plan to pursue my own festive plans without taking on a burden of worry. Actions are of the utmost importance now.  Just as we can’t be bullied by foreign terrorists, we can’t give up our own peace and quiet to worry about the government. I plan to keep a warm place for you by the wood stove all winter.  Thanks very much for visiting today. Take a ripe comice pear with you for the ride home.

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