I looked out the front door to see a carton that was delivered…not an Amazon order. Inside was like Christmas.
Filled with gifts of soothing…teas, lotions, sweets, socks. A lovely thoughtful gift from a dear old friend whom I met during my MFA graduate exhibition reinstalled locally in 1999. Thank you Cyd. So very much!
Now I am sipping some Sambuco. It is soothing and perfect for a cold dreary afternoon.
Yesterday it took most of the morning to paste messages and addresses on my postcards. I have more to ship out tomorrow…none, of course, to my own state of North Carolina. We are still too red or worried here to make public statements.
I do not think it is possible for the Republican Party who supports this insanity to realize the unforgivable damage that has been done to those of us without enough years left to see corrections in the course they have put us on. We will only live through the untold damages happening each day. Some of those I talk to feel entirely hopeless and full of a despair that makes it hard to get out of bed. I truly hate what the greedy reliance on ignorance has caused so many who have spent their lives thinking it would never happen.
To hide in my house and remember the better times is what I have left. It is all that makes me smile and I am grateful for the life I have had and the amazingly brave, intelligent people that were part of it. I join the sanity of the world finding it necessary to turn their backs on America. We are no longer worth the respect and admiration of anyone other than those preferring to stay ignorant of how much they are manipulated into this new world order. I can find peace in my own surroundings.
And soon there will be a finished sunroom. Just the tile flooring and painting to go.
I am off to pop a frozen pizza into the oven and sip what is left of my Sambuco.
More postcards are heading out tomorrow…to states other than my own. I thank them for making me feel it has been a worthwhile effort.
Til later….