Musing with Max

Musing with Max

December 21, 2016

As The World Turns

In our last episode our heroine and her trusty sidekick were appalled and horrified that the US of A had elected the most incompetent aberration imaginable as President. Was this a dream, nightmare actually? A bad movie, an April Fool's prank in November, an episode from practical jokers, were we on candid camera? Answer is: None of the above. This reality show is horrifyingly real.

What to do?

First of all let it sink in, this big fat whale could take a while...the Titanic sunk faster.Sign every single petition that comes your way wondering if they will ever make any difference, air your grievances on facebook, clinging to those who are in such disbelief and horror as you while trying to avoid going whole hog postal on those that are gloating in the angriest way possible - just what is wrong with these people? they're so angry! At the same time withholding your shock at the way some of your friends actually feel. Whaaaat?????? Who are you people? Why are you so angry? Read every single editorial in The New York Times, the "real" news, and then try not to because the horror gets worse. Hope for a miracle. Live your life. Live to tell. Breathe.

Despite that Tuesday's outcome November gave us hope as it continued to roll beautifully on,

with a lingering show of spectacular foliage and near perfect temperatures. That Friday we went to the theatre for a revival of Irving Berlin's "Holiday Inn",

the perfect feel good antidote to bring our spirits up. On Saturday we went antiquing 

to start our quest for new dining room furniture; we had decided to replace our Queen Anne table and chairs with mid century modern---a new leaf, and figured it would take a while to find what we wanted. We found it in the first place we walked into.

We decided that Thanksgiving this year would be just us, perfect. That Monday I lost an old friend, unexpectedly but I suppose somewhat expected since she was up there in age. She had an infectious laugh which was constantly on display and was the worst joke teller imaginable which made us laugh even more. One less person to share joy with. Less light in the world.

Our dinner was not traditional,


pumpkin flan
That Friday I lost an enemy. Fidel Castro finally left us all alone. Nothing changed, the damage had been done.

I had an email from asking if I would place a link on my blog referring to their William Wegman page. Me? Sure, I'm flattered. It now sits above my blog reading list, take a look.

I finally joined Instagram after much goading from Jennifer and Jane who have all but abandoned blogging and I miss terribly. I found some other missing friends there as well.

Kept cooking...

Kale fried rice and olive quickbread

if only to keep my sanity.

Said goodbye to the Supermoon.

Kept going through the motions...started getting ready for Christmas,

and suddenly I pulled out this little ornament and squealed like a child, I had forgotten;

it took me back to Venice,

and made the tree glow just so. Just like Max,

when he finds that perfect ray of sunshine.

There's hope yet.

1 comment:

  1. So much goodness and light among the darkness.