Remember way back when our ire was focused on the pea-brained idea from the White House to replace food stamps by sending recipients a box of food?
That was last Tuesday.
Seems like an eternity ago, doesn’t it?
Since then, a few other matters have rightfully earned our collective outrage and attention. Yet another horrific school shooting occurred on Wednesday, a Valentine’s Day massacre that was followed by the angry and determined passion from the Marjory Stoneman Douglas students, especially Emma Gonzalaz.
Friday brought the much-awaited and welcome news that 13 Russians have been indicted, complete with the detailed, sophisticated ways they stole our democracy right before our eyes. As someone said, their operation was infinitely more organized than the bumbling Drumpf campaign. Well, obviously. At this point, if you still believe and support this complicit, morally bankrupt Puppet-in-Chief, I’m going to assume you’re either a Russian bot or have had your brain (and soul) replaced by one.
And in the middle of all this ugliness, as a merciful salve to our souls, enter the beauty and Olympian confidence of Adam Rippon, someone who doesn’t shy away from speaking his mind, celebrating who he is, and giving hope to a generation of young LGBTQ people. The Girl and I have been captivated by him and, like many, transformed into instant Adam fans.
These weeks pass by in quadruple axel speed. Blogging feels futile; as soon as I can collect my apoplectic thoughts on any single event, the next wave knocks me asunder. Like everyone else, I’m exhausted and overwhelmed.
Take something as simple and inconsequential as these weekly posts, for example. They often take an inordinate amount of time to write. (I started this on Sunday. I’m finishing it on Tuesday morning, at 5:19 a.m.) That never used to be the case. Yet I feel the need to do what I can to capture and comment on these unprecedented, most-definitely-not-normal times. There are some who are doing Sisyphean work of documenting every single one of these injustices, the eroding of rights, the trampling of our lives. I don’t know how they do it; it’s relentless.
Some other reflections from this past week:
Reading … a review book. Of course. It’s about “the women in the 20th century “who made an art out of having an opinion” so needless to say I’m all about this.
Listening … mostly to podcasts in the car, mostly The Rachel Maddow Show. I love watching her at night but it’s not conducive to a good night’s sleep. Much better to listen en route to work in the morning.
Writing … I need to spend some time this evening working on a book review. The Girl has a youth group meeting at church so I’ll be hunkered down at Starbucks trying to make some progress on that.
Watching … the Olympics, after initially not caring about them at all. Nice move by NBC to hire him Adam Rippon as a commentator to keep viewers like me who may have tuned out after the men’s skating and who will listen to anything he has to say.
Cooking … Some dietary changes are afoot in this house. The Teenagers are not happy about this. Last night we had a delicious Instant Pot Lentil Soup with Sweet Potato and tonight was an original creation, It was supposed to be a stir fry of sorts but I realized I didn’t have all the vegetables I wanted for that, so it became Brown Rice with Carrots and Chicken* in a ginger turmeric sauce. (*Chicken = Beyond Meat Chicken-Free Grilled Strips) It’s not the prettiest looking thing but it was tasty.
Planning … on going to yoga at least once this week. Hopefully tonight. We’ll see how the day goes; I’ve been awake since 3 a.m.
Anticipating … 70 degree temperatures today! I’ll take it, if only just for one day.