BIDEN WINNING

It looks likely that Biden will win the presidency (50.5% of the popular vote), and I am glad for that even though I am mostly excited about him because his intentions are to care for the nation, to respect the People, to serve.

Am I the only one who finds it sad that this seems like such a massive shift? Shouldn’t service be something I should, as an American, take for granted? The President serves his country.

Gary brought home a fill-in-the-blank poster:

The America I believe in ________________

Perhaps this is why I am not feeling celebratory. Yet.

So don’t read the rest if you are trying to work up a head of cheerful steam.

  • Of the national news networks putting the presidential race at the top of their page (all of them) only one lists the popular vote. If you’ve been paying attention, Biden has been ahead since Tuesday. He has 4 million more votes now that his opponent. But that doesn’t matter, not really. It’s all about the Electoral College.
  • Yesterday, we went to Portland to deliver our granddaughter’s birthday cake. Downtown was a mass of homeless camps and boarded-up storefronts.
  • That senator from Kentucky was reelected.
  • Almost 70 million people have voted to keep the current resident of the White House.
  • One reason he’s losing (and I have to love the irony) is that a reactionary rightwing third party is sucking up over 1% of the vote nationwide.
  • The Senate is still in the hands of people who oppose healthcare for all, addressing climate change, and “one man, one vote.”
  • The two QAnon people who are going to Washington DC.
  • The so-called Proud Boys and other wack-job reactionaries.
  • There is so much damage to undo, so much work that has been neglected for four years, and a tired nation wanting all the bad stuff to just go away.
  • Biden will be blamed if he is unable to work a miracle. And it’s late in the day for miracles.

So there you are. We have a lot of work to do finding justice and fair play for every single one of our people and for the Earth. We have a lot of work before us.

The America I believe in is better than this.

VOTE

Photo by Toni Burton.

I baked oatmeal bread and cinnamon rolls this morning (two for lunch) and made fried goat cheese medallions this afternoon (ate one), avoided the worst-case-scenario news stories, canceled my participation in NaNo, and in a few minutes I plan to watch the most mindless show I can find streaming. I have rewatched the opening of the pilot episode of The Mentalist, and while it did make me laugh for the hundredth time, I am still worried.

It might still be the sugar from this morning? I have become somewhat unused to sugar. I finished the first shawl on the new “Olive Grove” warp. Tomorrow I bake a cake for my granddaughter’s birthday. Thursday I pick up another painting from a Portland gallery just before delivering the cake. I am warmed by supporting women artists.

But I am still worried.

‘WHAT PARTY?’

“Jellyfish” are neither jelly nor fish, but that’s okay. It’s just a common name. This one is specifically called a Pacific sea nettle (Chrysaora fuscescens), which suggests why my dad warned me as a child not to touch the orange ones.

The joke goes like this: What are the two saddest words in the English language?

What Party?