Sleet outside, fresh snow, more expected. Inside, a sleeping cat and a crazy woman. Somehow, I’m trying to visualize a place where it’s 9 degrees morning and night and 25 by day. Makes for interesting packing. Sweater, jeans, tank tops, light linen pants. Layers.
My to-do list is long: rustle up snacks, earplugs, reading material, and notebook, water plants, feed birds, put out recycling etc. Oh, and my lecture for the San Miguel class that I’ve been trying to work on, because I have to print it before I go – when will I get to that? Tomorrow sometime, I hope, after the bank and Star Nails, to get my poor battered feet into shape to be witnessed by human eyes.
A reprieve from the tariffs of the sociopathic lunatic, a tease which almost certainly was to be expected. Grotesque. But perhaps what’s happening there will rev up the Dems as never before. Please god. People are sending me extraordinary stuff, excoriating, petrifying. Like this, by Timothy Snyder, superb. https://thehobbledehoy.com/2025/02/03/move-fast-and-break-things-acting-deliberately-to-destroy-the-nation/
And this – long, but violently clear. https://youtu.be/eVAQoLZKSRw?si=Vwy3j5A7BWoMSY2Z
Yesterday, went across town to see the boys. Eli is taller than ever, and both, I say with entire objectivity, are handsome. Here they are playing soccer.
Yesterday they went out to play hockey in the backyard for nearly an hour, whacking a puck at each other as hard as possible and arguing about the score, as always, then retreating to wrestle inside. Anna and I argued about China, which she sees as a benign force that has done a great deal of good in its own country and abroad. Perhaps not so benign, say I.
So, my friends, if I can get out of this house, I will post next from the great land of Mexico. Hasta la vista, baby!
3 Responses to “Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right.”
Beth, I subscribe to Timothy Snyder’s newsletter (and Charlie Angus’s too) — Snyder so plainspoken and so clear in his thinking. We live in worrying times. But on the other hand, the prospect of sun and bright sky and yes, tacos, is such a pleasant prospect. Happy travels.
Hi Beth: On the subject of the orange lunatic, a good thing to come out of it is Canadians banning together. It’s fun too, it changes my conversation with fellow shoppers from: “Can you believe the price of eggs?” to “Can you tell which of these eggs are from Canada?” BTW, Burnbrae eggs are from a 6th-generation Canadian family business. Safe travels & have fun.
Theresa, a little sun will go a long way. I’m up at 5 a.m. tomorrow, and it’s going to be minus eighteen. And Ginette, I agree, Trump has united Canadians in a whole new way. Buy Canadian, absolutely! (Except for my Adams peanut butter. Please, I need to make an exception for a product I cannot live without.) I try to buy from the local farmers at St. Lawrence Market on Saturdays, so that’s as Canadian as it comes. But tomorrow – tacos!