Yesterday, the snow fell, and then erased itself, and today you’d never know that it had been. The clouds are still heavy and dark, though. Not sure what’s to come.
Before we get fully into it all, I want to thank Kim Mmmm for a very timely cup of coffee yesterday. A rare person who listens more than speaks, please know your support is seen, always, and very much appreciated.
And now, believe it or not, on to Friday.
Some days I feel like we were up on the edge of a mountain, enjoying the expansive view below, the valleys and the other peaks and the soft blending of the colors all the way to the horizon. Breathing in sharp, fresh air, knowing there would be more peaks to climb but, at the very least, we’d conquered this one.
And then the loose rocks and gravel gave way.
We found a ledge to cling to, and managed to get high enough to get our bearings once again, but then that too sheared away from the face, and now we’re not even sliding but tumbling, rolling, down, down down.
Without a thing or a person to stop us.
Maybe not the most hopeful simile ever to simile I suppose, but I just can’t help but see the clouds rolling in again.
People will try to pretend they didn’t know how things would turn out and they didn’t know how bad it could get but that’s ridiculous. If they’re old enough to vote, they’re old enough to remember four years ago, when people were dying of an illness that didn’t exist and food bank lines stretched on and on. When people were banned from entering the country because of their religion and families were torn apart.
We got through it once, we caught the ledge, but their using a crowbar to pry it off the mountain was a choice.
He told us what his plans were, and the choice to pretend none of it was true was exactly that: a choice. There are no excuses, no convenient caves to hide in.
Because bad news, they’re tumbling down with the rest of us. They don’t have the super secret extra protection voted for it plan.
They’ll find out soon enough. But then surely it will be someone else’s fault.
So I probably won’t be very rah rah, not now, not for the foreseeable future. All of my cheerleading was aimed at prevention. Frankly, like many of you, at this point, I find myself at a loss.
But life goes on as life has always done, with all of our personal triumphs and traumas. History is packed with rough times, over and over and over again.
You’d think we would have learned something. Humans apparently hate studying.
Nonetheless, have a great Friday and a very relaxing weekend, if that’s your thing, or an exciting, fun-packed one if that’s your thing.
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