Here I am at the cottage; the floodlights are lighting the creek and I have been putting together my Christmas presents so I can ship them out on Monday. My skills at wrapping are negligible and have been forever so the invention of gift bags has been a Godsend. Right now, I am at a dead stop as I have used up all the bags I purchased yesterday and still have presents to go. So, tomorrow morning I will be up and out early to get more.
It’s complicated this year as the people with whom I traditionally have shared Christmas are scattered and my living room is now littered with segregated piles. This gets shipped to New Mexico, this goes to Boston, this goes to New York, this goes to Minneapolis…
Monday morning, I need to show up when the UPS Store opens to get this all off and I will get it done.
And in the midst of all of that, I seem to have been abandoned by young Nick, who has been my partner in crime since he was fifteen. I am not sure what I have done but he has decided to jettison me from his life. Speculation is useless and I now need to accept he no longer finds me a person of consequence.
I am on my own. Today, I went out and started to make my Christmas come together. Not quite sure how it will all be but it will be.
Just as it will be that Donald Trump is going to be President of these United States.
When I am looking at the New York Times I find myself gravitating to the Food Section, obsessively saving recipes. My solace is in cooking these days, thinking of meals I will serve, planning table settings, decorating.
It is all diversion. We will see how all of this plays out. As I have said to many people: the next four years are going to be experiential. He will be a different kind of President.
We will see how that plays out.
And now it is Christmas and I am sitting listening to Christmas Carols and, I must admit, sipping what I think is a much-deserved martini.
As I sit here, I am looking around my little cottage and am so grateful I am here, able to look out at the creek, illuminated by floodlights, and to listen to Christmas Carols on my Echo, sit wrapped in the warmth of my home and know that I will be engaged over the next four years as part of the loyal opposition.
We’re in for a wild ride. The rollercoaster has left the station. Hang on and let’s see what happens…
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Letter from the Vineyard 
December 11, 2016 at 7:57 pm |
Excellent column Matt. But I think we need to do more than just hang on – we have to be part of the resistance (IMHO). It is a roller coaster for sure.