I’m sitting on my “magic” deck, the one Kat calls paradise, enjoying the quiet with only my big girls near me, the birds flitting about, twittering, stopping for a bite for two, taking a quick bath in the birdbath or the fountain. Yesterday was the day for the robins to bathe, one of them repeating the bath two or three times, and then for gathering the little ornamental strawberries that grow with abandon. I have given up on controlling those strawberries to one area.
The Kat still sleeps and the Gep has not yet returned from his ventures in California. Husband is in his shop, his quiet place, the only place he can satisfy his smoking habit. We all need our quiet times, our respites.
None of these words or pictures have anything to do with the title of this post, I know. I think I’m delaying expressing my weariness, my sadness, my frustration with our political scene. Yesterday as I read Newsweek and started the newest issue of The Week, there were several editorials regarding the presidential candidates, at least the two primary candidates. The editorials brought up the lack of solutions being offered to our problems by those candidates, indicating that the candidates’ statements seem to focus on who is the better of the two. Sadness. Does this mean they have no solutions?
The truth is, however, that the president can do nothing without the cooperation of the congress. Considering the partisanship of our congress over the past few years, it seems to me that it matters not at all who is the president. Nothing will get done. We will sink deeper and deeper into the abyss we are creating, the do-nothing-status prevailing. I intensely dislike the “red state, blue state” talk – I am neither red nor blue, I am candidate driven. When the candidate can offer me something that I can cling to, that I can believe, I am candidate driven.
This year? This year I’m considering sitting it out. I’m wondering if I should even bother to vote. For what? Is anyone listening? I think not. I think my voice is much like the tree that falls in the forest when no one is around. Or perhaps I’ll simply vote only for female candidates, based on the premise that women – usually – are more reasonable, more logical. At least once we get past those emotional years in our 20s and 30s. Based on the premise that women usually will try to resolve issues verbally with shooting being the last-ditch effort.
In the meantime, I’ll avoid hearing the diatribes as much as possible, I will continue to read reasoned summaries of what’s going on, and I will bury my head in my quiet world, take pictures of pretty things, enjoy my loved ones (furry and otherwise) and be comforted that I am surrounded by love.
Despite the political climate, there is much good in this world.
I will ignore, as much as possible, the thorny – like this thistle that has made itself a home in my flower bed but will soon be dealt with in a just fashion – and I will focus on the Bailey girl, the one who is certain that no matter where she drops her ball I will find it and throw it for her when she is ready. I will focus on the Shasta, the “c’mon mom, let’s get up” way too early, bouncy girl. I will focus on the husband, the Kat, the Gep, the Twiggy and the Lily and the friends around me. I will focus on those that do not lie, that do not feel a need for power.