Though I've said I didn't want to photograph people in masks to remind me of this Time of Covid, what can you do? The Harvest Moon has brought Covid to the Trump family. Holy smokes, right? No matter what, it is dangerous when the president gets sick. Somehow, you just didn't imagine it would happen. I don't know why. It now seems that it was inevitable. If Pence has it, too, there is a chance that Pelosi would serve as acting President of the United States of America.
My mother's biggest fear.
On the same day, we hear the Melania's "Fuck Christmas and the Children" tape. That's a fun one. Also, we get the Kimberly Guilfoyle sex scandals scoop (link).
An all-around bad day for the Trumps.
If you are a Trumper, though, I know you are not worried. There is never a downside for Trump, only upsides. Maybe he gave it to Biden and that shit-heel Wallace during the debate. Maybe his press secretary, Kayleigh McEnany, gave Covid to that pussy liberal press corps. And if Trump gets through this without any serious effects, he will be another John Wayne style hero.
Yup, if you are a Trumper, there are nothing but upsides to any Trump disaster.
I didn't see it. Was Trump's interview with Hannity live or by phone? I'll bet Hannity was savvy enough not to get close to Trump.
The downside for Biden supporters is that Trump won't be "out there" getting out the democratic vote. The less he is seen, the better for him--same as it was for Biden. Remember, people aren't voting for, they are voting against. You need to see the thing you are against to really get you pumped.
That all happened on the full moon, a moon I didn't get to see. I tried. I went to the lake and sat out waiting for it to rise above the trees on the far shore, but clouds kept it hidden. Later, when I went outside to see if I could view it, it was still hidden. Selavy. It seems to have had a busy night.
Soon we will all be in lockdown again. I've been living that way until just recently. I've loosened my regimen a bit, getting take out food and having lunch outside with a couple of friends in the past few weeks and going to a distant Farmer's Market to make some pictures. But Covid will have its way, and the stupidity of opening up bars and restaurants and schools, of having football games and letting kids play pandemic sports, will become apparent. And I'll be glad I have started reading the World Religions book that will take me the rest of my life to finish. It is a nice piece of scholarship for someone not trained in religion, a primer, sure, but educational in a deeply serious way, written in academic language and style. I am doing some serious highlighting as the concepts are apropos of much more than organized religions. I am weaponizing the language for arguments with theorists of all makes and models.
That is how I spend my evenings now, mostly eschewing television, though I watch a few YouTube things on cameras and sailboats. And I am drinking much less--most of the time. I am trying to become a "civilized" drinker rather than a Hemingwayesque pounder. I don't want to become the bore/boar/Boer/(what's the other spelling?) that my ex-friend Brando became. I spent many nights with him knocking over wine glass after wine glass and punching me in the arm for emphasis as he told his tales. I always made the mistake of sitting on his right side. That was the dangerous place. No, I will be an elegant drinker and not the Covid alcoholic it is so easy to become.
That looks like the future, doesn't it? A good book and a cup of tea? Texting friends until that becomes too much. Listening to music until you've heard it all too many times? Trying not to think too much about past failures? Googling the names of old lovers and people you used to know? Long walks in less populated places? Trying to find a source of toilet paper?
I have a talent for turning things in a certain direction, don't I?
Well, the Wrecking Crew comes today, and my house is a mess of camera and audio recording equipment and other gimcracks of paraphernalia covering all the surfaces of my home. I have a lot to do before they get here. And my phone is blowing up. If this piece seems fractious, it is because I have been responding to my friends. So for now, I must away. But the news is as ongoing as my life is stationary. There will be more coming. Stay tuned.
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Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.
Let’s go early to the vineyards;
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy—
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.
Song of Songs 7:11-13
Yeah. I always liked that part of the Holy Book. But I'm pretty good with a bunch of religions. I did a lot of self study. You gotta have a good - at least basic knowledge of that stuff if you want to write poems.
I always enjoyed the Egyptians weighing of the heart against a feather.
Well you don't really but I have always been a bit obsessive about learning stuff.
I gave T that Norton Anthology. From an estate sale. He went to the seminary in Ohio. But didn't make it - Girls got in the way. He was a Catholic. Well. He was founder of the Church of Alien Jesus. But raised a Catholic.
I used to bring him books from sales and he sometimes would say "I already know everything in that book."
He didn't say stuff like that unless he meant it.
I was always a little sad then because all I wanted was to bring him presents that made him happy.
He was only happy when I was with him. When I wasn't with him - he was thinking about the World. Which can be a big, scary, mean place. A good companion takes the mind off that weariness.
I would say "Ok - I'll sell it then." And he'd say "leave it here and I'll look again." I have his Bible too -filled to the gills with notes and highlights etc.
We dedicated Sundays to holy activities too. I miss that. But, he died. Two years ago this month. It's okay. I'm healed up. I talk about him a lot cause he was important to my life.
I got married when I was 22. My list of lovers to google is pretty low. I mean I might have been active from 17 - 20 but who cares about them - and anyone that I am interested in talking to from that era are still in my life.
And there was 15 years with T. So no, I'm not googling people.
Music? There are a bazillion songs to listen to. Music is part of who I am. Sure quiet is nice sometimes, too, but no.
What else? Oh. I'm a Covid toilet paper expert. You hit the the Pakistani stores. But really everyone should get a Tushy (easy to install bidet).
Yes. You do. Have a talent for a certain direction. But we fellow nuts in the head are used to it here at the Cafe. Be U.
Okies. Well. I entertained an old client in the She Shed after work tonight. She was a buyer - not a seller. She tells me there isn't a weekend that goes by that someone doesn't bring up my name and whine about how they miss me and my sales. Which was lovely of her to say. We did some reminiscing. It was fine.
After that I drove to the beach - no clouds tonight and the moon is bright white - with some planet close by. There wasn't one car in the parking lot. It was a beautiful gift.
And now it is Friyay at 10:11. And I prepare for slumber.
I must tell you though - my heart pounds in its cage and if I am to sleep, I must find a way to quell the craving to howl at that blazing, tide maker.
I wish I had some opium.
We will stay - tuned.
lv, <----- I stole it from Q. It's sort of cute, I'm test driving it.
L. x
ReplyDeleteOh. And I didn't read that Big Book of Religion but if they try to tell you that Song of Solomon is about the love of the "God," or "Church" - that's Phooey.
Christians got nervous about the fleshly aspects and distorted it. Well. Probably you know that already. And it prolly says so in that book.
It's quite a Biblefeminist piece, I think.
Okies. I've been up since dark. The moon AND the sun are out. I can see my breathe. But it is supposed to warm up to 60's.
Hie thee. . . .
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