Living through this primary season feels like experiencing a slow motion car wreck. I find myself muffling terrified wails in the cat’s belly as I contemplate a Trump presidency. This has at least ensured that Donald won’t be getting Pippin’s vote.
What else have I been up to?
Selling family heirlooms:
Enjoying my children’s art. Look, Mom, I made a Christmas card like all those people who take their photos on railroad tracks!
Enjoying their “art installations” a bit less. They are pretty, but can be a bit inconveniently placed:
Trying to bring order to a people who stubbornly refuse it:
And reading a lot:
I think I may need to sprinkle in some lighter fare, lest the cat go bald. Got any suggestions?
© Laura Goetsch and Thinking About Such Things, 2016