Sunday, November 13, 2016

Day 1773: Protests

The Los Angeles protests proceeded right down Colin and April's street.  Yesterday 8000 people marched, a dozen helicopters zoomed overhead.  Paddy wagons and police hovered nearby.   They needed to go view a couple apartments and got stuck in the middle of it.  Thousands streamed by, all good natured.   Some took their pictures or filmed them.  Colin doesn't do crowds so it was hard to be stuck there, but he was sympathetic and supportive.

Mary and I are talking to friends about have a mini Million Woman March on Washington right here in Fredonia on Jan. 21 at the same time as the Washington March is happening.  Cities and towns around the country are already planning their marches as well.  The next few years will be very contentious.

We walked the trails off Center Rd. in Arkwright and were surprised to discover that every tree is bare. Here in town, bright colors remain, but ten miles away all leaves have fallen.  It's odd, but that's the moderating effects of the lake.  Much logging has taken place so that large sections of the forest where we have walked are now cleared.  It's a gray and gloomy scene, except for the weeds that have gone to seed.











Saturday, November 12, 2016

Day 1772: The pendulum swings

The pounding in my right temple and eye finally stopped, probably because I finally slept.   Suddenly, I had a surge of energy and made up for the last few days.   I cleaned out a closet, did laundry and finished reviewing two more chapters so now only three remain.  Rachel and I walked for 90 minutes round and round through the cemetery talking about the week.  Most folks, including us, have moved into the anger and activism stage of grief.  That's a good thing.  We have lots to do in the next two years to regain seats in Congress.  

When I was still teaching,  we began the sophomore year by studying the French Revolution.  I always used a homemade swinging pendulum to help the kids understand the stages in the revolution.  It referenced the way people sat in the National Assembly.  On the right side, conservatives.  On the left side, liberals.  In the middle, moderates.   Between 1789 and 1815, the pendulum swung back and forth from monarchy to early experiments with constitutional government to dictatorship in different degrees.

The pendulum swings in American politics, too.  Historically,  it is very unusual for a party to maintain control over the presidency for more than eight years.  In the 20th and 21st centuries, it happened only three times.  Teddy Roosevelt to Taft,  FDR to Truman,  Reagan to GHW Bush.  So, it would have been extraordinary for Hillary to break the historical trend to win the presidency.   Many commentators are saying that it was too much for the population to go from the first African American President to the first woman President.

My sense was that the American pendulum was still on the upswing on the left.  At least that's the way it felt, but I'm isolated from the despair that lots of folks feel.  So, America swung hard to the right to compensate.

The difficulty with those arcs is that when you're on them, you don't know which direction the pendulum is swinging.  My consolation is that the pendulum always swings back.  But when?  And  how many heads will fall from the guillotine along the way?













Friday, November 11, 2016

Day 1771: Veterans Day

So, I wrote this today for my beloved husband.


You probably won't even recognize this 70 year old Vietnam vet.  We don't have any other photos, just deteriorated, heat damaged slides.  This was taken before he served a year as a combat medic in Vietnam.  He came home in 1969 with a mustache, deeply traumatized by his experiences.  Soon after, he shook off the red dust from his soul and got to work trying to make the world a better place. And that's what he's done every single day since then, through fire fighting, emergency medical services, nursing, teaching, leading, serving.  Today he's spending his day at school building sets and directing stage crew so they are ready for the MS musical next week. 
Contrast his life's work with 70 year old DT who lied, avoided military service and has served no one but himself ever since.
So, today I stand proudly by the seven veterans in my family, but most especially my husband, an honorable and decent man who always puts the well-being of children, community and nation first in his life.



I thought it was a beautiful tribute with one dig at DT, but my niece freaked out and wrote a scathing response.  Oh well, at 67 years old, I am going to say what I believe.    


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Day 1770: Processing

I feel a bit like Data from Star Trek: New Generation when he was presented with overwhelming, conflicting and confusing human information.  He'd say "Processing, Processing."  So, on day two, I'm processing, but not speaking.  Not about THAT.  Just talking to my sons last night set me weeping for hours.  

During the day, we walked for miles and did chores around the house.  Laundry, transplanting, trimming flowers.  Gentle, peaceful things.  I read a bit and tried to figure out how best to move forward.  With no tv news and less electronic news, I can almost pretend it didn't happen.  But it did.   I finished editing two more chapters while Steve was out working on the MS musical.  The quiet was soothing and eased the pounding in my head.

I'm trying to have an open mind, as Hillary requested, trying to reconcile the rational and the emotional.  But, then their plans seep out and scare me all over again.  I read today that Mike P. told an interviewer that they intend to roll back civil rights protections for the LGBTQ population.  That is totally unacceptable!  No matter what, we will become more politically active and stop being so damned nice and agreeable.

Evan and Matt are on their way to Vienna and Budapest for a long weekend.  How cool is that!  Good time to escape.

Maybe sleep will come tonight.


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Day 1769: Another dark day

No sleep, crushing weight on my chest, stomach churning all night.  Unfolding in my mind, all the global consequences of this election and most Trump voters are gleefully unaware of them.  The world changed forever last night.  I wonder how the twenty million will feel and react when their health insurance is canceled.  On the noon news, I found out that Hillary had won the popular vote, but not the Electoral College.  Twice in 16 years the Democratic candidate took the majority and lost the Presidency.  The first time gave us Iraq and Afghanistan.  What horrors does the next one hold?

Too upset and too sick to write.  


Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Day 1768: Election Day Agony

It's just too painful to watch this disaster unfolding.  Our nation and our world are in serious trouble.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Day 1767: My election day plan





My election day plan:

Get up at 5:30 am and be at the polls by 6:00.  I don't know if it will be busy then, but I'm so excited to vote for Hillary that I don't want to wait till later.  After breakfast, we'll spend the day at school talking about Quest.  As sweet Molly said, Quest and a voting for a woman presidential candidate!  Two of our favorite things!  Five classes at Fredonia, then off to Silver Creek to speak with their 8th graders, too.  
Busy, busy day!  That's a good thing because otherwise I'd be glued to the tv all day.  After supper, we'll zip over to see Amy.  Always great to visit with her, especially since she got news about another new grandchild over the weekend.  At 8:00, Rachel will come over and watch the election results with us.  I plan to stay up all night till DT concedes.  I want to see him cry. 
I'll be crying too, but with pure joy!