Okay, I do not live in a permanent state of rapture; sometimes the world gets me down. The Republican convention is getting me down. Just the thought of a man that vile being granted power and prestige is enough to make me vomit, let alone the whole Republican platform – a cavalcade of racist stupidity – and everyone there. Who are those people? I know, I asked that when Rob Ford was elected, and yet there he was, for years. Scared angry white people dreaming of a mythical past.
And then the murders continue, and what’s happening in Turkey …
But also, I am just back from the beautiful new Women’s College Hospital, where my left breast came in for some serious consideration – two mammograms and then an ultrasound. The technician went to show the pictures to the radiologist, who then appeared herself to take a closer look. That was when I got a tiny bit scared. She explained that there’s something, probably a benign cyst but they want to keep an eye on it, I’ll be called back in six months.
So – no news is sort of good news, but I did leave feeling immensely vulnerable. So many little bits, inside and out, to go wrong. I remember my father, dying of cancer at 65, saying, “I don’t regret anything, I’ve been blessed.”
Perhaps I should just not read the newspaper this week.
Time to water the garden.