Well, it's my birthday. And I have woken up in a good mood, a mood in which I feel grateful, and there can be nothing better than that on a birthday.
Last night I watched speeches from the DNC and was so heartened. I liked Tim Kaine. A lot. He seems smart and joyful of heart. And of course, Joe Biden makes me proud to be not only an American but also a human being. And then of course, our president.
I sat there and watched the entire speech and at the end, with tears in my eyes, I said, "Now THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE A FUCKING SPEECH!"
You know, being as it's my birthday and all that shit, I get to be reflective about things that have happened in my lifetime and having Barack Obama as my president for eight years is right up there at the top of the list.
And when Hillary came out, that tough little woman who has fought for the good for so many years, who has endured, who is obviously so prepared, who has never once given in to despair that I can see but instead, at every setback has straightened her back, dealt with whatever needed dealing with, and gone on to learn more, do more, be more- I cried some more.
I also have to say that Bill Clinton's face as he reacted to Obama's praise of Hillary was priceless and genuine and loving. I still love that man, too. I can't help it and dammit, he was a very fine president.
Yes, he has apparently had some shortcomings (haha!) as a husband but it's none of my business and if his wife can love him through all of it, who am I to judge? And I think he will make an excellent first First Gentleman. Or First Scoundrel. Or First Dude. Whatever title he may choose, he will be excellent.
So. Here we are. It's a pretty exciting time to be alive and it's been an extremely big year for me. Two new grandbabies, a trip to Roseland, a trip to Asheville, and a trip to Havana, Cuba.
Never saw that one coming.
I'm still married to my sweetheart, my kids still seem to tolerate me, and although everything from working in the garden to picking up my grandkids to taking my walks to remembering anything seems to become a bit more difficult with each passing day, I can still do most of it although I'm about to give up on the remembering part.
I do remember how to cook, I remember how to do laundry, I remember how to get to Publix, I remember how to love.
Sometimes I even remember the name of whichever grandchild I'm speaking to.
And I haven't forgotten that I am blessed and over-blessed. And then over-blessed some more.
My family, my friends, my health, my riches.
A bit of dirt in which to grow stuff and keep chickens, a loving man to share it all with, grandkids to make me laugh and all of y'all to talk with, to share things with, to be a community where we hold each other up when we need that and to hold each other tight when we need that.
And fucking A! Keith Richards is still alive.
And he went to Cuba too, as did our president and his family. Obviously, it's where all the best people are going this year.
All right. I seem to remember that I have some chores that need doing and I better get on it.
Gold Rings On Us All.
P.S. I can't help it. Hank put this on my timeline on FB and it's my birthday and I'm sharing it.
Shots for all! It's my birthday!