I still wonder how all of you even started a new post, moving your thoughts through your fingers and onto the keyboard. Now it's tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, time to begin again.
We've been in tough spots before, even in our memories and extended memories. There are family stories of poverty, death in the flu epidemic, orphanages, death in wars, "coffee-sop" for dinner (bread in coffee), child labor, and on and on.
I saw Beth today, first time in weeks since a deer ran into her car. She told me of a book she's reading, The Fourth Turning is Here, Neil Howe. I will get it and read it, as soon as I can. From her description it seems we may be at the cusp of the fourth turning.
Back to my take on our turn of events, we have been in ugly spots in our own life times, and know how we handled them. For my part, that has been Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq; being a single mother and how that formed my life. How back in the sixties I wrangled credit and a mortgage from male bankers, raised two daughters on women's wages. Together with my sister started a business.
Well, here we go again. Hold on to hope. Stay engaged, always push back, don't make it easy. Today I started on a simple project, a thank you note to every Democratic Congress member for what they have accomplished. We must make real the world we want to live in.
I'm sad to report real life is rather slow, here at home. My blood pressure is closing in on normal, and then in a fit of sneezing I seized up my back. I even dug out and reinstalled my toilet booster seat so I can rise up from the throne without moaning in pain.
The season is changing before my eyes. The trees in full color last week are bare branches this week. The red maple in one of the court yards has put on a lovely show. Half the leaves are a red skirt around the base, the rest seem to have delayed falling for another week or two.
