Return to Decency

Not surprising to hear that we are sick and tired of the pandemic and politics and want to get back to normal.

Pre pandemic normal or pre-Trump normal?

Science and a vaccine will determine what a post-pandemic normal looks like.

Unless Trump loses the election by a landslide, given his propensity for drama, the fallout may be like bathing the devil in holy water; normal behavior for Trump.

I don’t want to get back to Trump normal. I never again want to hear the phrases, “The greatest —–in the history of our country” and “Like you’ve never seen before”. There should be a national movement to remove improper adverbs “hugely”, “largely” and all Trumpian misspeaks from our language.

Political backroom scheming and posturing for the advantage of a few is not a normal I want to revisit.

Instead of getting back to normal. I’d like to move forward toward decency. Scheming and posturing require a lot of energy. Practicing decency is a less burdensome lifestyle.

A few days from now many of us will either breathe easier or experience the unyielding black fog of dread in getting back to normal.

Here’s hoping the election brings peace and harmony and sends the Trump crime family packing.

I’m ready for a little more Zen in my life.


Am I a great painter – No.

Do I foist my attempts off on friends and relatives for birthday, get well and holiday cards – Yes.

I got hooked on watercolor painting a couple of years ago as a lark. Nothing brings me so much frustration, joy, and satisfaction. It is so addicting, I get cranky if I don’t get my painting fix a couple of times a week.

It brings relief from the daily onslaught as a result of the Trump regime, enabled by the Republican party. Still, indignation and outright rage hung out somewhere in my gray matter.

I started painting these strange women with no particular reason in mind.

Until today, I realized I had painted four of them; one for each year of the Trump administration.

I voted last week with a mail-in ballot. Took it to the post office where the eastern Indian woman assured me of it’s safe arrival to the proper place.

I’ll bet she doesn’t like Trump either.