Gotta say: I enjoyed counting—even when I didn’t. And I’ve been in a great mood these five weeks past, more-or-less consistently.
Interesting Life Lesson for me: I feel like my most authentic self when I’m engaged in small adventures.
So, in order to continue to feel like my most authentic self, I must continue to be engaged in small adventures.
How does one pull that off in a time when there are so many cultural pressures to hunker down in the home fort with all hatches drawn and barricades raised?
I’m not sure.
I have my imagination, of course.
But imaginations are like campfires: They have to fed the right kind of fuel, and you have to shuffle the embers around from time to time.
One of the reasons I’m feeling so sanguine, I’m sure, is that I have almost entirely stopped paying attention to current events.
I’m voting for Biden. And getting trained as a polling inspector. In fact, I’ve been assigned to be the Official Sanitizing/Social Distancing Coordinator at the Cardinal Road Firehouse polling site! That basically means I will be scurrying about in a space suit on the day of the presidential election, scrubbing down voting machines with Agent Orange.
So, you know. I haven’t sunk into some vacant, apolitical torpor.
But this constant beating of the drums?
On our left, ladies and gentlemen, we have the Army of the Angels led by Unca Joe Biden and Kamala Harris—who kills it with not just one (African American!) but two (South Asian) minority demographics! And on our left, we have the Legion of Darkness, led by Orange Man Trump and his VP Mike Pence who squeezes his legs tight whenever he has to be around a woman who his not his wife!!!!
I ain’t playing. Crossposted from Dreamwidth.