I believe…

Last week I literally wanted to start digging deep for The Big Top End of Days Bunker and stock up on all the canned food, beef jerky and bottled water. I was not alone. But one week later, tonight was so much different.

When Hillary took the stage facing a sea of American flags waving before her and the stars and stripes behind her I was struck by the contrast from last week. This image alone made it clear that this was about US as opposed to last week with the golden stage with giant letters spelling out TRUMP.

And as Hillary Clinton began to speak, my grand girls called to FaceTime with me.

Girls do you realize just how special this moment is right now? Hillary Clinton is the first women to run for President of the United States as a major party candidate EVER. 

Hazel’s eyes widened. Fallon smiled and then declared that she would be next. Hazel corrected her, after I’M president. Oh sisters!

Tonight this moment made that possibility all the more possible. There are so many more possibilities that can be imagined right now too. Mrs. Clinton shared many of the things that she believed for America, for our daughters and our sons, for us.

I believe America thrives when the middle class thrives
I believe that our economy isn’t working the way it should because our democracy isn’t working the way it should…
I believe American corporations that have gotten so much from our country should be just as patriotic in return…
I believe Wall Street can never, ever be allowed to wreck Main Street again.
I believe in science.
I believe that climate change is real and that we can save our planet while creating millions of good paying clean energy jobs.
I believe that we have millions of hard working immigrants contributing to our economy.

So many statements of what she believes and with each I believe was offered so much more promise and hope for future days come as opposed to the pronouncement of The End of Times that was Mr. Trump’s speech last week. Last week I went to bed nauseated and terrified. Tonight I shall fall asleep happy, hopeful and empowered for my daughters,for my son, for my grand daughters…your future Presidents of the United States…and for all the seeds we plant in this garden that we never get to see…our legacy.

 

great America

Now don’t get mad. Some of the opinions expressed in this post are absolutely, positively not my own. Meanwhile, is it safe to come out of the bunker yet? 

A good friend posed this question today:

For those of you who believe in the message “Make America Great Again”, what year do you last believe America was Great?

Knowing him, I do believe him when he said this was a 100% serious question posed with no intent to argue or denigrate. Just him trying to wrap his mind around this thought and promise made.

You all should know that I just adore this friend of mine and the intellectual challenges he throws out there sometimes.

Meanwhile, I sat back, popped open a can of La Croix with lime and enjoyed the show.

  • 1775
  • Morally…perhaps 1972…before we made the murdering of babies legal!!! …oh dear…
  • Black babies in particular. So sad. …oh dear, oh dear…
  • the 50’s …sigh!
  • I haven’t been around that long…millennials can be so cute and cuddly sometimes!
  • When Bill Clinton was president!
  • Back when it was still under British rule. …here I am hearing Farmer Refuted because, yes, Hamilton is still my jam; and why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?
  • I think it’s always been great.
  • Just before Nike said just do it.
  • When John Wayne saved us all. Since Will Smith took over it has seemed a little more brash and in yo face. …I thought that this is one of the reasons why people liked the Republican candidate because that will play well in the global arena fo sure.
  • America was kinda great from 1880-1940. Then really great 1941-1990 or so. Then 1990-2015 only kinda great again. Now its quickly getting less great. To me great means jobs for everyone, new infrastructure, social cohesion, a positive and upbeat and honest assessment by our leaders and the press. And yes it also includes we must keep the peace when needed overseas. Personally i would like to see the USA take over the entire planet so all humans could live in greatness. Vote Trump, Hillary for Prison. …I might need to retreat back to my bunker…
  • I’d say after 9/11 it’s been all downhill.
  • Once they outlawed incandescent light bulbs. …raise your hand if you believe in Science!
  • 1840 …because The Trail of Tears of course
  • Before the treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo …eye roll
  • As I sit here watching The Outlaw Josie Wales I can’t help but think it was not during the”wild west” times. …I’m getting dizzy from the eye rolls y’all
  • As a white person it’s easy for me to “pick” a date. Honestly, this country has been wrong for so many for so long. Being married to a man of color it is becoming more apparent that huge populations of people have been unjustly treated throughout our country’s history. It makes me sad and I want my kids to be treated fairly on who they are, not because of their ethnicity and skin color. …oof!
  • Make America one again. and remember the party that supported slavery. oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…

I’m not going to go back into my bunker again just yet even if last night’s speech literally scared the shit out of me. I believe that judging the greatness of America is subjective, kind of like profanity, R-ratings and porn – it depends on who is judging. In the world of the 24-hour news cycle, we are as great or weak as the moment. I’d like to see what the GOP/Trump thinks what is greatness – I fear it could be a time in history where segregation, lack of civil rights for minorities, women and LGBTQ was the norm, and power was based on military might. If that is the case…what makes America great is the power of old, white men – I am scared. Genuinely frightened. But I am not going to go back into my bunker again just yet. November is coming and I most definitely am not going to vote for a candidate that is fueled by fear and hate…or who affectionately pats the ass of his grown daughter...EWWW!!!

Speaking of dads…

This dad will be once again be riding his bicycle across the great state of Iowa because he can. This is his SIXTEENTH RAGBRAI that he will be riding and you know, as long as there is a RAGBRAI and awesome 77 year old fathers who ride in it, along with 8,000 plus riders riding their bikes across the great state of Iowa just because they can, I still have a little hope Because as flawed and messed up as we can be sometimes right now, America is pretty great…as long as we don’t do something as foolish as taking that left at Albuquerque or vote for a platform of hate and fear.

after the first 10,000

Saturday afternoon chill poolside at a friend’s as we celebrate one of their grand babies’ first birthday.

No complaints y’all. Not one.

I brought my camera, as I almost always do because I am the Mamarazzi and any good mamarazzi knows you never know when the moment to take a snapshot might pop up. All good mamarazzis are prepared.

That’s true.

That’s some camera! Are you like a professional photographer?

No. No, I’m not. I just like to take pictures…a lot of pictures.

Hubs adds, A LOT of pictures!

You must be good with a camera like that.

Well, I take like 10,000 pictures and maybe two or three or four are really good.

Hubs adds, She IS really good.

Thank goodness my darling husband appreciates the photos I take…

and display.

everywhere under The Big Top.

Literally everywhere!

With more than thirty three years of memories  and moments captured in snapshots of course they would be everywhere.

Thank goodness my darling husband appreciates all the photographs that I must display since he is the one to help me hang the photo ledges that display so many of them. As I sat in our sitting room this morning, drinking my morning cup of coffee, I couldn’t help but feel home surrounded by years, decades of memories.

Downsize my moments captured? I don’t think so. I remember reading once about the passing of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis where she went peacefully surrounded by those she loved and her books and her photographs. I can only hope and pray for an end like that someday…hopefully a very long time from today.

A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.

~ Eudora Welty

 

focus, discipline, hard work, goal setting & achievement displayed

I took a break from unpacking and organizing  to meet with the family at Daniel’s Tae Kwon Do studio the other night…the promise of Mongolian Barbecue after made it all the more enticing. Watching Daniel work his way around the room sparring with his fellow classmates his age, older, younger, bigger, smaller, boys, girls, I was struck with how far he has come from this:

So much taller. So much more hair growing in its own unruly way. So focused. So strong. So quick. So disciplined. So full of heart. I wanted to grab a quick picture or a video. I even reached for my iPhone. Then I stopped and I watched instead. In the moment. In this moment of Dan…so amazing! It truly is miraculous sometimes watching him. He might not be the greatest fighter. He hates hand to hand sparring. Yet here was, doing it and so focused he was not even aware of his sisters and mom watching…and maybe talking too much in the quiet zone where we were seated. For him, Tae Kwon Do is not about all the fights won or lost or the punches or kicks. Tae Kwon Do is about the self-discipline, about ethics and manners and benevolence and fairness that is seen in his study and practice…and now hanging in his room.

Seven years of practice and study all there symbolizing so much strength, so much heart, so much perseverance, so much Daniel.

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.

Saint Basil