Scottish Highlands

Scottish Highlands

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Making It Up As I Go Along #675

It’s sunny out today… looks terrific outside… but I see -17 on my thermometer and I feel the need to take not one step outside this house.  Went walking yesterday with a windchill around -20 and felt like I was very done with winter weather.  Two weeks away from Florida (barring a snowstorm cancelling my flight).  That’s what’s keeping me going now.  Yesterday I watched a ballgame on TV.  Seeing the Jays in Dunedin, with the green grass, fans in t shirts and shorts, palm trees… and all I could do was daydream about being in that very place three weeks from now.

People’s general desire for normalcy and good will cause Trump to do what he wants for at least four years of an American presidency.  This week he gave a speech, written by someone other than him, via a Telepromter… and all people could do was talk about how this was a pivot moment.  How it was him becoming presidential.  News agencies that have been barred from White House press conferences are even saying this.

The reality of any president or prime minister is that these speeches are largely window dressing.  It’s the bills, laws and policies that are brought about, under their leadership, that should count.  And the man who suddenly became “more presidential” is also considering separating mothers from children at the Mexican border… in hopes of more easily turning back Mexican immigrants.  They’re basically considering blackmailing parents with their own children in hopes of keeping them out of “the land of the free”.  And today, Mr. “More Presidential” also accused Obama of tapping his phones… and made that accusation via twitter.  So please, let’s not be so stupid as to normalize this man by way of a telepromter.

The First Sign
Last week brought the first sign
The sign of the world’s thawing
Weeks of warming brought breakthrough
The creek began to flow

Hard white and icy blues
Gave way to trickling sparkles
And reminders of life to follow
Soon frogs, will return along with flies of butter… and dragon
Little birds will fly low among the reeds
And bees will bumble from blossom to blossom

I could see all this
See Spring trickle in among the ripples
Watch summer’s approach
As a squirrel sprints across the snow dune plains
Those dunes will soon give way to meadows
Lining the banks of this creek’s valley
Barron white desert
Months from becoming the oasis I long to see.

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