
Monday, October 17, 2016
Monday Blues
I try to separate the personal from the public, get the blog focused on the inanities of the mundanities of my private life, the big one now being why do sugar ants continue to haunt our kitchen, despite the waves of poison dishes my husband set out for them. To me they are harmless, I do not sense that they are now greater in number nor less. Richard sees these things as though he were Napoleon; I have more the take of a simple peasant ground under the heel of the landed gentry. These are the way things are: there have always been ants, there will continue to be ants. What has sunk me into almost irretrievable gloom is the morning's headlines repeating Donald Trump's assertion that the election is fixed. One can only think of the banana republics to the south of us which have such shaky and fraudulent governments that these claims are routine and more often than not are followed by political uprising. One thinks of the early days of Hitler and his claims against the established government. Surely the majesty of the United States of America is being tested in dangerous ways, and I do not understand why the target of these outrageous charges, the government and its elected officials, do not stand up against them. But perhaps I understand nothing, do not see the potential for real civic unrest, in doing so. I am a catastrophist, have vivid memories of the wars and upheavals of the last eighty or so years, and now, old, weak, and impotent, I fear for my children, my grandchildren. Our charming well spoken young plumber came back to finish the work he began on Friday at which time we had a strange minuet of a conversation in which we delicately hinted at our political allegiances so as to establish our ground but not damage our working relationship. It reminded me so, dirty old man that I am, of tentative, exploratory remarks with working men from days of yore, before AIDS, before gay consciousness, when libidos were less inhibited, desires were not so freighted with "meaning," and fun, unexpected things could happen. Well, that got me back to the personal and away from the public pretty damn fast.
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