Well. Tim, your piece is beautifully written, and I look forward to your book, which should arrive next week. I somehow found some hope and solace in your words , and those of the commenters. This is where I come when it all becomes too much to bear, and I find comfort knowing that there are still some “ fighting the good fight”. And y…
Well. Tim, your piece is beautifully written, and I look forward to your book, which should arrive next week. I somehow found some hope and solace in your words , and those of the commenters. This is where I come when it all becomes too much to bear, and I find comfort knowing that there are still some “ fighting the good fight”. And yet…
I am currently sitting on the far southeast corner of a patio in a small cabin at 9000 feet in the mountains, hoping for enough service to finish this thought, while awaiting a huge thunderstorm late tonight. It seems appropriate to my mood. My little getaway got hijacked.
I keep thinking of words I heard a lot growing up- “America, love it or leave it!”. So, my husband and I are looking at leaving, and have been for awhile. There is little left to love, and the fight coming seems to be beyond my abilities. I can’t see myself shooting at my neighbors, although I do own a very nice 20 gauge shotgun, which I have enjoyed with clay pigeons and tin cans in the past. But against my rampaging neighbors? I think not. I am tired of driving past the “F … Biden “ banners and the rows of tattered , unlit , DISRESPECTED, American flags which used to stand for so much that was good and great in the world and in my heart. I am tired of “Boeberts in them thar hills” and Tina Peters in my local election office. And that is just local. Nationally…. I am so heartsick and weary beyond reason.
Can it get better? Are there enough of us to overcome the national frenzy toward self-destruction?
So, watching the lightning in the valley, the storm is getting closer. It’s been a long day. Time for bed. Maybe tomorrow will be rain washed, clean, and bright. Or maybe just more floods, mudslides, and forest fires. I guess we keep on keeping’ on, as my Mom used to say.
Cindy, you painted a sad and beautiful word picture with this post.
My husband and I have started talking about emigrating. I've told our three adult kids that if they decide to emigrate, we'll do what we can to help them. Why would my daughter want to live in this country now?
Well. Tim, your piece is beautifully written, and I look forward to your book, which should arrive next week. I somehow found some hope and solace in your words , and those of the commenters. This is where I come when it all becomes too much to bear, and I find comfort knowing that there are still some “ fighting the good fight”. And yet…
I am currently sitting on the far southeast corner of a patio in a small cabin at 9000 feet in the mountains, hoping for enough service to finish this thought, while awaiting a huge thunderstorm late tonight. It seems appropriate to my mood. My little getaway got hijacked.
I keep thinking of words I heard a lot growing up- “America, love it or leave it!”. So, my husband and I are looking at leaving, and have been for awhile. There is little left to love, and the fight coming seems to be beyond my abilities. I can’t see myself shooting at my neighbors, although I do own a very nice 20 gauge shotgun, which I have enjoyed with clay pigeons and tin cans in the past. But against my rampaging neighbors? I think not. I am tired of driving past the “F … Biden “ banners and the rows of tattered , unlit , DISRESPECTED, American flags which used to stand for so much that was good and great in the world and in my heart. I am tired of “Boeberts in them thar hills” and Tina Peters in my local election office. And that is just local. Nationally…. I am so heartsick and weary beyond reason.
Can it get better? Are there enough of us to overcome the national frenzy toward self-destruction?
So, watching the lightning in the valley, the storm is getting closer. It’s been a long day. Time for bed. Maybe tomorrow will be rain washed, clean, and bright. Or maybe just more floods, mudslides, and forest fires. I guess we keep on keeping’ on, as my Mom used to say.
Cindy, you painted a sad and beautiful word picture with this post.
My husband and I have started talking about emigrating. I've told our three adult kids that if they decide to emigrate, we'll do what we can to help them. Why would my daughter want to live in this country now?