Friday, February 17, 2017

TGIF

Some five years ago we welcomed this lil fella into the world.  Now we are awaiting his sister, and I'm spending time with my daughter to keep her occupied in her last days of pregnancy.  I was present at my grandson's birth and I'll be here for her birth as well.

We found a lovely garden apartment to rent. It's in one of my old neighborhoods, though, honestly, in 33 years I lived in just about every part of town.  I was out walking the other day, and passed a house where my first husband and I lived for 5 years. Feeling nostalgic as I was gazing at it, my phone rang. It was my daughter, telling me they were on their way to the hospital to get checked out. Her water may have broken.

After running tests and hooking her up to monitors, they said she could go home.  False alarm.

So today we had our nails done after going to breakfast.  We'll find things to do, play with her son, rest and wait out this torrential rain we are having, and soon, she and her husband will bring their daughter into this crazy world.

Steve and I went to one of my old favorite cafes today,  in the Seabright neighborhood. We ate last night at another favorite joint just up the street.  Tomorrow we have out of towners coming in, and we're taking the kids to dinner at another old favorite that we frequented for special occasions (graduations, weddings, birthdays). I wonder how many pounds I'll gain on this trip!

So, while we continue to watch this joke of a President fuck up daily, (that  press conference yesterday was a doozy, wasn't it?) we are also on vacation trying to leave the everyday behind. And we are focused on this lil baby.  The good stuff. The really really good stuff.

Have a lovely weekend, friends.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Monday Musings

I don't usually watch professional football. I do, however, often watch the Super Bowl every year. It's a spectacle, for sure. Yesterday's game was a real nail biter, and I love them that way. Edge of your seat action for 4 hours! The half time show with Lady Gaga was an over-the-top extravaganca, just the way they are supposed to be. No wardrobe malfunctions, and she had several wardrobe changes. I love that she opened with America the Beautiful and Woody Guthrie's This Land is Your Land. She also included her transgender anthem, "Born this Way." It's a great dance number, and I doubt most non-Gaga fans didn't even knew what she was on about. But it was glorious.

Comedy this past week has been glorious as well. Saturday Night Live had several skits that are noteworthy, most especially Melissa McCarthy as Press Secretary Sean Spicer. If you missed it, you may find it on YouTube. One of my favorite comedians, because he is fabulously gay and sings broadway musicals, is Randy Rainbow. Here is his latest:
Humor is a great weapon against oppressors. First of all, the dudes in charge positively hate to be ridiculed.   Secondly, humor provides a much needed relief valve for those of us who are drowning in the daily horror that is the new administration.

Humor comes in all forms, and these times are providing bigly fodder for comedians.  And cartoonists.  And musicians.

If you need to find a foothold in all of this swirling muck, ground yourself with some comedy.  Start taping Saturday Night Live, for they are on a roll.  Some of their best comedy in a long time.  Sign up to receive videos from Randy Rainbow.  Laugh until tears leak from the corners of your eyes.  We need to comic relief in order to RESIST over the long haul.

Lastly, here's a tweet I hope to see Drumpf send out sooner rather than later, because it sounds just like him: FOUR LEGS GOOD. TWO LEGS BAD. (George Orwell's Animal Farm). Now, wouldn't that be hilarious?

Here's hoping you have a great week!

Friday, February 3, 2017

TGIF

Oh, Friends, let me tell you:  I took just a few days off from Face book and what a joy and relief it was.  I made a decision to get my news from the NYT, WaPo, The Guardian and BBC News, and leave the endless echo chamber of social media.  I understand the impulse to post the latest outrage (I did it, frequently) and share your outage with like-minded friends, but it was driving me nuts.  It began to eclipse my day.  First thing in the morning, coffee in hand, hunched over the keyboard, getting fired UP.  Frequent check-ins over the course of the day.  More intense emotion.

That is no way to be.  It is not sustainable, for me anyway.  But gosh, even when I go to the gym, there's the big screen t.v.s with CNN talking heads.  Luckily, no sound, but closed caption.  So I bring my ear buds and crank up the music on my iPhone.

It's great that we are engaged.  This administration demands it.  But I am finding more and more people are discovering they must balance it with healthy self-care.  I did ask a friend what she was doing to take care of herself, and she replied, "nothing."  But I know she does: she walks, she takes photographs, she shares laughter with her beloved.  All good stuff.  We must cultivate the good stuff.

For us, the good stuff includes movies on Amazon or Netflix.  We just watched Mr. Church, with Eddie Murphy of all people in the lead.  It's a serious role, and his portrayal is spot on.  A very lovely film.  And for pure entertainment,  I've recently completed the series Z: The Beginning of Everything.  The story of Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald.



 Have a great weekend, my friends!  Do something GOOD for yourself!


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

A New Outrage

An new outrage.  Every fucking day.

I don't know about you, but my Senators' phone lines are busy and / or the voicemail is full.  Every. Single. Time.

It helped today to read the "World" section of the NYT.  Shit going down elsewhere.  But the article about the populist movement in Europe was sobering. 

Speaking with my sister yesterday:  she is depressed.  Ever since the election.  I said, "Join the club.  You have millions of fellow members."  Attending the DC Women's March was the first time since November that I felt any kind of hope and/or power. 

Now we're watching in horror as an acting Attorney General is fired for doing her job properly and an un-vetted Steve Bannon gets a place at the table, thereby booting out the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

What fresh hell awaits each and every day?



I am happy to donate my money to organizations who will be keeping a sharp eye on this administration, and I am now a subscriber to major, credible news papers.  I anxiously await the political down fall of this corrupt gang.  Boil the tar!  Bring the feathers!

I am perplexed by those who appeal to us to maintain the "high road."  This is not the time, my friends.  I don't worry that my anger will poison me -- I worry that lack of outrage will turn into complacency, and that, my friends, is something we cannot allow.  There are times in this life when we must become warriors, fighters, fueled by our rage. 

This is not the time for a rousing version of Kumbaya.  This is the time for a robust and snarling We Shall Overcome.

I shall continue to nourish myself with exercise, good food, friends and family.  No one can take that away from me.  I'm just adding a new component to my existence, and it's called resistance.