It is evening. The floodlights illuminate the creek and we are losing daylight at the rate of about two minutes a day. A month ago it would not have been this dark. It is Labor Day, the unofficial official end of summer. We start with Memorial Day and we end with Labor Day. And Labor Day is ending as I sit here tapping out words on my laptop.
Tomorrow I start teaching and I have now pushed past my anxiety and am looking forward to the moment when I walk into class. Oh, okay, ask me in the morning. I am sure I will have anxiety in the morning but I will do it. I’ve agreed to do it so therefore I must do it.
I have spent most of my time this weekend at home, secluded in the cottage, enjoying my home and being alone, having a good time with myself. Yesterday, though, I went out to Larry Divney’s guest house, located a couple of miles from his own home. There was a great and grand barbeque which included gluten free things, as that is what I am working to do. Larry knows and so he took care of it, as is the way with Larry.
During this weekend, I have not paid particular attention to the world. What is going on right now is redundant. Syria continues to be a catastrophe. Trump and Hillary continue their march across the nation, each besmirched by their own failings. I will vote for Hillary because the idea of a Trump Presidency sends me to thoughts of expatriate life. While flawed, deeply flawed, she is at least sane and not bombastic. Could neither party come up with less flawed candidates? Apparently not, because this is what we are dealing with…
We are also dealing with the first real beginnings of climate change. Towns like Norfolk, VA are experiencing flooding that threatens them. They are not the only ones. It has, I am afraid, begun.
The Governor of Texas vetoed a bill to give assistance to the mentally ill based, at least in part, on a group of Scientologists who told him mental illness was a falsehood. Texas gets the Stupid Award of the week. Mental illness is not false; it does exist. It is a plague upon the land and can we not find a place to help these poor souls? Not in Texas.
The night has descended. I alleviate it with my floodlights but it is here. The fall is arriving. And while I look forward to the fall and winter with Thanksgiving and Christmas, I will miss this soft summer and its delights.
Letter From Claverack 03/02/2017 From Saba to a Trump Speech…
March 3, 2017It has been about ten days since I’ve written; I just went back and looked. Last time, I was on Saba, writing when I wasn’t able to sleep. Tonight, I am back at my dining room table, floodlights on, looking out over the creek, having just returned from Coyote Flaco with Pierre, sharing chicken fajitas.
When I reached the cottage this afternoon, I felt I’d been away for a week, at least. Monday morning, I went down to DC for some meetings for the Miller Center on the Presidency and then to New York last night to have a wonderful dinner with my friends, David and Annette Fox. It’s a quarterly event; we gather at their marvelous UWS apartment, order Indian and catch up on our lives.
It is very hygge. As was the dinner party I gave last Friday night for Fayal Greene, her husband, David, Ginna and Don Moore, Lionel and Pierre. Leek soup, sautéed scallops in a brown butter sauce, and carrots in a lemony oil garlic sauce, with a baked polenta to die for, followed by a flourless chocolate cake provided by Ginna and Don, via David the baker.
It was an extraordinary evening.
And I, at least, need evenings like this to keep me sane in these extraordinary times.
On Tuesday evening, in Washington, after an early dinner with my friends Matthew and Anne, which followed drinks with my ex-partner and his now fiancé, I watched the address to Congress by our President, Donald Trump.
To the great relief of almost the entire world, he did not go off the rails and sounded presidential. It was, Tuesday night, all about the delivery. Wednesday morning people started to parse what he said. Even the conservative writers that I read, and I do read some, found a lot of flaws with the speech.
Short on specifics.
Fact checkers found a lot of fault, pointing out Trump claimed as victories some things which had been in play for a year at some corporations. Ford isn’t keeping production in the US because of Trump; they are pulling back on their Mexican plans because those plants would have built small cars and people aren’t buying them. They’re buying gas guzzlers because gas is cheapish again.
When talking with David and Annette, I said that if Trump had not held it together last night, his presidency would have begun to unravel. He would actually be President but, in reality, his claim to power would have begun collapsing. Lots of people on his side of the aisle are slightly unhinged by his behavior. McCain and Graham are frankly, I think, apoplectic.
And he held it together and while he should have been able to take a victory lap, Wednesday morning brought the revelation that Attorney General Jeff Sessions, who had said in confirmation meetings he had not met with any Russians in the run-up to the election, actually had two meetings with the Russian Ambassador, one in his office on Capitol Hill.
Republicans are excusing while Democrats and some Republicans are accusing.
This is a wild ride and I’ve never seen anything like it.
Sessions has since recused himself from all investigations regarding anything Russian but there are those on both sides of the aisle who smell blood in the water.
While we were having political meltdowns, Amazon’s vaulted cloud computing world went offline yesterday for 4 hours and 17 minutes because of a typo in a command. OOPS.
It’s a little scary. 150,000 websites were affected. Amazon is the king of cloud storage and that’s a big oops for the King. I would not have wanted to be the head of that division yesterday.
And, before Tuesday’s Trump speech, we had the foll der wall of the biggest Oscar mistake in history. First “La La Land” was announced as Best Picture but it really was “Moonlight.” Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway were humiliated and PwC, the accountants, were more than humiliated. They handed out a wrong envelope.
OOPS.
When it happened, I was safely in the arms of Morpheus, having strange dreams of Mike Bloomberg dating the pastor of my church, Mother Eileen.
Snap Inc. had a very successful opening on the market today; it was the biggest initial offering since Facebook and they have a rocky road to travel and they are a force to be reckoned with and it will be wonderful to see how it plays out. The next Facebook? Or the next troubled tech company, which is where Twitter is today.
It’s time for me to say goodnight.
By hygge. Regardless of your political persuasion, it will help us all get through.
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