Two Lights at the End of the Tunnel

My sister and mother made this sign ahead of the election, which thank God, means the end of the Trump Presidency.

The End is Coming…of both Trump and the Pandemic!

We are on the cusp of turning the corner on the Annus horribilis that has been the year 2020.  None of us have ever experienced this, no one, and it’s become a cliche, but as humans, we are just plain sick of this.

A photo I took in Greenland in 2008, showing the endless ice.
A photo I took in Greenland in November 2008, showing the endless ice.

I think I’ve gotten off relatively easily during these nine months.  I have been able to continue to do the work I love, I’ve done a little bit of domestic travel, and I’ve adjusted to the new norm.

And we just have to lower expectations, and not lament having to skip parties, gatherings, and the traditional rituals that define the season. Nobody wants to do this, but the responsible people among us are doing it.

I remain a little shocked that I saw photos and video of crowded airports full of nervous-looking masked up travelers.

WHY? Why do so many people defy the advice of the CDC and take to the skies or drive hours and hours when they’ll just be bringing the virus with them?

Why can’t they just stay home, skip it all, and wait for next year?  There are so many things that I am skipping, and just accepting, and hunkering down and trying to find the simple joys found in a new recipe, a familiar team playing football, and enjoying being close to Mary and my friends. Tonight I’m making a spicy peanut soup with sweet potato and kale.

There is plenty of joy to come, and we have on January 20,  a new president who won’t suck up all of the air in the room and embarrass us every day.  I can’t wait to see who he brings into the government, and instead of unqualified Republican donors like Betsy DeVos and Secretary of Commerce tycoon Wilbur Ross, we will once again have quality people, not just sycophants who compliment Trump.  His choices have been almost universally bad, often they are wolves set in place to guard the henhouse they spent years attacking.

I was dismayed but not that surprised when a Facebook friend defended Trump. “He’s done everything I expected him to do, kept all of his promises,” he said. “I’m not bothered by what he says at all.”  This struck me as incredible, and he told me to “get off my high horse” with my attacks. OK but if you are happy with these disastrous decisions he’s made, well, you can vote for him in 2024.  I’m just hoping his end is nearer and we don’t have to even think about him ever again.

I was so excited two weeks ago to be down in Wilmington, at the heart of the new president’s world meeting people who know the Bidens and people whe are as happy as I am to see the end of Trump.

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