It’s Bastille Day today and that is also the anniversary of the opening of the Red Dot Restaurant and Bar. Happy 19th Anniversary!
Today, I woke to the drumbeat of rain upon the roof, another grey day in a summer of grey. Last night, at dinner, friends quipped that the weather reflected our mood. We discussed hygge, and we agreed it was a great defense mechanism in these days of our political travails.
Tuesday morning, I rose at five to catch the first train from the city home, ran around, prepared for that night’s radio drama [a success by all accounts]. I produced it, helped direct it and catered it, took some tickets, tended bar a little, set some lights, announced it, broke it down, cleaned up, came home, too wired to sleep and so when the alarm went off at 5:30 Wednesday morning, I just couldn’t. By force of will, I made it to the station for my program but it was with the help of a great quantity of caffeine.
As I drove to the station, I thought, rather randomly about how amused, bemused, confused I am by everything going on in our political universe. We have had days of the most amazing revelations regarding the actions of Donald Trump, Jr. during the campaign.
Tuesday morning, the New York Post, the mouthpiece for Rupert Murdoch, upholder of the Conservative Way, editorialized that the one takeaway from all these revelations is that Donald Trump, Jr. is an idiot. Wowza! The New York Post. Mine eyes dazzle.
At the end of my radio program today, I spoke a little about hygge. We need a lot of hygge these days. This morning, I’m having it as I sit at my dining room table, sipping strong coffee, a mix of Honduran and Nicaraguan beans, the land across the creek a verdant riot of green, leaves dripping water; there is smooth jazz playing and I am prepping for a quick trip to Florida to help a friend drive his parents’ car back to New York.
Last night, Dena, owner of Olde Hudson, which is the stalwart of fine food in Hudson, her husband, Dick, came over for a dinner we have worked for months to organize because of complicated schedules.
And that felt very hygge.
And I think we need hygge these days.
Our President, caught in the thrall of Russian scandals, real or not, is jetting back from Europe after spending Bastille Day with Macron in France. The White House has released a partial transcript of the President’s comments to reporters on his way to France. You can read them here.
And make your own judgment.
Tuesday, an iceberg the size of Long Island broke off in Antarctica, the map of which will need to be redrawn as a result. It’s a big deal but it won’t cause flooding in cities. Yet. We need to keep watch as the ice shelf is holding back the real danger and if the ice shelf goes there will be many cities that will be under water. It makes me think of my friends who own a condo next to the water in Miami.
Are they going to be okay?
Are any of us going to be okay?
Yes, I think so but we’ll need a lot of hygge between here and there.
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Letter from the Vineyard
Letter From Claverack 07 14 2017 Thoughts on Bastille Day, from the creek side…
It’s Bastille Day today and that is also the anniversary of the opening of the Red Dot Restaurant and Bar. Happy 19th Anniversary!
Today, I woke to the drumbeat of rain upon the roof, another grey day in a summer of grey. Last night, at dinner, friends quipped that the weather reflected our mood. We discussed hygge, and we agreed it was a great defense mechanism in these days of our political travails.
Tuesday morning, I rose at five to catch the first train from the city home, ran around, prepared for that night’s radio drama [a success by all accounts]. I produced it, helped direct it and catered it, took some tickets, tended bar a little, set some lights, announced it, broke it down, cleaned up, came home, too wired to sleep and so when the alarm went off at 5:30 Wednesday morning, I just couldn’t. By force of will, I made it to the station for my program but it was with the help of a great quantity of caffeine.
As I drove to the station, I thought, rather randomly about how amused, bemused, confused I am by everything going on in our political universe. We have had days of the most amazing revelations regarding the actions of Donald Trump, Jr. during the campaign.
Tuesday morning, the New York Post, the mouthpiece for Rupert Murdoch, upholder of the Conservative Way, editorialized that the one takeaway from all these revelations is that Donald Trump, Jr. is an idiot. Wowza! The New York Post. Mine eyes dazzle.
At the end of my radio program today, I spoke a little about hygge. We need a lot of hygge these days. This morning, I’m having it as I sit at my dining room table, sipping strong coffee, a mix of Honduran and Nicaraguan beans, the land across the creek a verdant riot of green, leaves dripping water; there is smooth jazz playing and I am prepping for a quick trip to Florida to help a friend drive his parents’ car back to New York.
Last night, Dena, owner of Olde Hudson, which is the stalwart of fine food in Hudson, her husband, Dick, came over for a dinner we have worked for months to organize because of complicated schedules.
And that felt very hygge.
And I think we need hygge these days.
Our President, caught in the thrall of Russian scandals, real or not, is jetting back from Europe after spending Bastille Day with Macron in France. The White House has released a partial transcript of the President’s comments to reporters on his way to France. You can read them here.
And make your own judgment.
Tuesday, an iceberg the size of Long Island broke off in Antarctica, the map of which will need to be redrawn as a result. It’s a big deal but it won’t cause flooding in cities. Yet. We need to keep watch as the ice shelf is holding back the real danger and if the ice shelf goes there will be many cities that will be under water. It makes me think of my friends who own a condo next to the water in Miami.
Are they going to be okay?
Are any of us going to be okay?
Yes, I think so but we’ll need a lot of hygge between here and there.
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This entry was posted on July 14, 2017 at 2:37 pm and is filed under 2016 Election, Claverack, Columbia County, Elections, Entertainment, Greene County New York, Hudson New York, Hygge, Literature, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Matthew Tombers, Media, Political, Political Commentary, Politics, Social Commentary, Television, Trump, Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.