Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Sometimes You Do Get Weary
I took a quick turn around the corner this morning on my walk to see what the fally-down house was doing these days.
It is falling.
Slowly, slowly. Use the tree on the right as an indicator of how much the old house is leaning. It is tired.
It was another unremarkable day in Lloyd for me. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, as we all know, and Mr. Moon has an FSU basketball game to attend so I am making our little special dinner tonight. I made my husband a heart-shaped cake today which I would post a picture of but it's almost frightening. It looks a bit like a cardiac medical experiment which went dreadfully wrong. I wanted to make it of chocolate and cherries and so I made some cherry preserves out of frozen cherries, and the cake, although smallish, has four layers with the preserves and way too much chocolate buttercream frosting between each layer which resulted, as one would predict, in some lurid scarlet drippage mixed with the chocolate frosting. The man loves chocolate and cherries, though, so I think he'll like the cake just fine, and if he laughs at the way it looks, I will not blame him one bit.
I am also going to cook some scallops and some sort of pasta and a salad from the garden.
How lucky we are.
I think of this upon the news that Trump is pushing the idea that people receiving SNAP benefits should have less actual purchasing ability but whose diet will be supplemented by government issued food boxes.
“Under the proposal,” Monday’s budget document says, “households receiving $90 or more per month in SNAP benefits will receive a portion of their benefits in the form of a USDA Foods package, which would include items such as shelf-stable milk, ready to eat cereals, pasta, peanut butter, beans and canned fruit, vegetables, and meat, poultry or fish.”
Oh, great idea, USA.
I am enraged.
You know, these days I try very hard to just stay below the radar, to live my life the best I can, to take care of those around me with love and attention, to try and remember to be compassionate and hopeful, to speak up when speaking up is called for, to try and not add to the insanity which fills our ears, our eyes, our brains, our lives.
To be kind.
But goddamn it. There is just so much wrongness in what's going on and I don't even really know what to do about any of it and sometimes I just feel so fucking tired.
Like the fally-down house. So tired.