The penultimate post in my ‘write something everyday for thirty days’ challenge.
Whatcha got, Simon?
Okay, here’s the thing: It would have been really good to have known exactly when I approached ‘the end’ and scheduled extra time on these two days so that when we got here I could craft a couple of extraordinarily eloquent blogs to top off the exercise. Something to be proud of. To have used the past 28 days as the build up to what should have been two incredibly moving, poignant, meaningful pieces that left my readers with something to tide them over whatever interval there will be after tomorrow before my next blog, or whatever I choose to do.
But no… Instead it turned out (as I mentioned yesterday) that this weekend was the one weekend we were both free to drive back to the Bay Area and fetch the last of our furniture and close out our storage account here as we drove a truck full back down to Los Angeles. We decided this a couple of weeks back. This feels less than smart, but ultimately unavoidable.
So you are stuck with today’s blog written at the end of a full day of visiting with my sons and seeing friends and planning tomorrow’s adventure. I have nothing but a bag full of feels to unload… and I’m reluctant to do that again so soon after yesterday.
That said I did wake up with a kind of news hangover, feeling so not in love with the current leadership in Washington. This being sparked by witnessing ‘in your face’ evidence of the huge inequality in our country (in the form of the homeless encampments under overpasses in Oakland) and then reading about the proposed tax bill that one part of our government wants to impose on all of us. This building up overnight to the extent that I thought I’d go on a full rant on the subject in today’s blog… Maybe now was the moment.
But, perhaps wisely, I decide not to tread that path. I’m too tired today and that would be like posting on Facebook after too much to drink. I might find myself saying more than I really should and (heaven’s above) offending someone. I really cannot believe what is going on at all levels of this administration (careful…this feels like I’m about to go there) but I’ll say no more (phew! – narrow miss) and leave you to read much better writers than me in just about every respectable newspaper in the country.
I’ve said it before (if not here) and I’ll say it again – I think we need to just get on with our lives, recommitting ourselves to what is important to us and what is important in the lives of those we care about – and hope that the institutions that have been built up and strengthened over more than two centuries will withstand the shocks being inflicted upon them by people who have no idea what good governance means, or even looks like…. (oops, there I go again).
Of course we must keep at least one eye on the ball and recognize when we might actually need to take action (at a minimum voting when we have the chance). But I don’t think yelling and shouting into the black hole of the previously mentioned social ‘notwork’ that is Facebook is going to do any of us any good whatsoever, despite what fun it is to insult people we’ve never met (actually I find it more fun to insult people I know, but maybe that’s just my British sense of humor).
Be as civil as you can, be gracious, be forgiving, be aware of how your behaviour affects others (I should take heed of what I write here myself). Don’t forget to breathe.
And remember, in the game ‘Simon Says’ you have to actually do what Simon says.
So Take Care