There is so much political stuff bouncing up everywhere I feel
there is not much point to adding to it, other than sharing newsworthy
articles. Of course, that is a daily
occurrence with a president that changes his mind every few hours, and the
courts reversing the things he does decide.
I see so many articles from pundits explaining what is going on from a
theoretical and knowledgeable viewpoint and it is quite repetitive. However, the bottom line is that the actions
of a mentally unstable and not very bright individual really cannot be
explained in terms that make sense. I
can understand the processes of a mentally ill person, but I also know it
resides outside the realm of logic and reason.
All we can do now is wait. Wait and hope that the parts of our government
that are still rational win out and restore our country to reason. I can’t bear to think of the
alternative. Worst case scenario? We lose our global standing and violence ensues,
eventually coming to our shores as well.
As it stands now, we know our environment is totally f---ed and the
economy is going down the same path (except one is potentially fixable, the
other not so much).
For me, I try hard to focus on things with which I have some impact and
direct involvement: my family, my
friends, my job, my theater group and my dogs.
Fortunately, there are always things happening in those areas that keep
me alert. I won’t talk about the first
three here but I’m always glad to publicize Purlie Productions.
We are working on our first new Children’s Theater
production of “Sky Blue and the Seven Little Ladies” and we still need cast
members! Also planning for our February
production of “God’s Trombones” which is a labor of love. Following that it will be time to begin “Shakespeare
in the Park” with our plans to do “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” which is such
grandiose ambition that it gives me butterflies just to think about it.
The dogs: always
drama! Two little dogs with bad potty
habits. Two big dogs with insatiable
needs for attention and food. And—the upcoming
return of dog number five. Murphy has
been living elsewhere for quite some time and needs to be rehomed, fortunately
returning to his own home. Previously he was
severely victimized by the others, but one of his abusers has gone to the “Rainbow
Bridge” as they say and while he is sorely missed, he was always the main
instigator. Never a dull moment.
I have not written in a long time; primarily because the
world seems so damn depressing, I can’t think of anything positive to say. This probably doesn’t improve things but
maybe it suffices as my Christmas letter (which I don’t do, btw). I receive only one of those in the mail, from
a high school friend, and that always depresses me also. She is unfailingly cheerful and travels
around the country bird-watching. I can’t
even…….
Anyway—Happy Christmahanakwanzika to all! And Festivus for the Rest of Us!
