Today’s To-Do List
Here’s my To-Do List for today:
Zip, Nada, Zilch, Nothing
The mizzus and me are going to idle awhile, then we’re going to follow our noses down a few primrose paths, see what the day brings. Yesterday we found a trail down to near where the Sound ends at Budd Inlet and Boston Bay and watched the sun disappear and the moon come up. Herds of ducks were taking flight at dark, headed to some marsh maybe, no longer home.
Most of the world is migratory. The creatures of this earth travel sea to sea, continent to continent, in search of food, of nesting grounds, all following some primal urge to move, to Go, to follow some celestial command to change location. We may not move to the Bering Straits or Tierra del Fuego, but I suspect we’ll shuffle around some. You know, after a few cups of coffee I’m brewing right now, after a little reading, maybe a after a few songs on the guitar I brought along.
We’re not sure when we’ll go home. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not, but when we do I suspect it’ll be ever so slightly different, hopefully a lot different, more like when we came to the shack almost 40 years ago, nervous but adventurous, naïve but ready for something new, more exiles than pioneers, strangers in a strange land, in love with the island, in love with owning our 7 acres of nettles and woods, in love with going back to the land, in love with the beach, in love mostly with each other. The world wasn’t our oyster, it was ours to create. I think, post election, it’s time to do that again.
No, we didn’t create America. And we didn’t elect the first woman president. But I’m not going to plant bitter seeds in our garden, either. Not sure yet exactly what we want to grow next, but we’ll rejoice that we can, that we will, that we’ll harvest a bounty of, if nothing else, love. Don’t ever think that’s the least a person can do.
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Skeeter, might I suggest you put up a map of the United States of America on your kitchen wall. Place a big red dot on Washington D.C. Stick another blue dot on the islands of western Washington state. Now, stand back and take some small satisfaction in the geographic distance between the two.
I’ve consoled myself over the past few days with my new motto:
“Hawaii, as far from Trump as you can get.”
I’m considering bumper stickers…
You would make a fortune on those bumper stickers. But, of course, now you’ve let the cat out of the bag. Trump may never have known Hawaii was part of the U.S. He does now. Hello Trump Tower Diamond Head.
And then there’s this, a little longer, but I don’t believe H.L Mencken could craft a more succinct commentary without diminishing his point:
As democracy is perfected, the office (of President) represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
-H.L. Mencken July 26. 1920
Send in the clowns, the show’s about to start….