We left Vermont last Sunday morning in a fully packed car, two days after the movers carried out all the boxes and furniture, and arrived in our new home by noon on Thursday. Yes, a fast crossing, but with much ease I will add. No storms, no major road delays, plenty of decent motel accommodations, plus a fabulous payoff by a special neighborhood visitor. And just like that … Southern California is now home.
For a number of years I have advocated shutting off the news, avoiding the headlines, and generally occupying life with the stuff you can control. Mostly because I myself could not take another lie from an out-of-control Trump lie or his line-up of spineless acolytes who would rather steal women’s control of their own bodies and become internationally know for corruption than stand for truth or humanity. (The average Republican must be in a state of embarrassment and denial that their party has been hoodwinked by such an inept commander, perhaps shamed to wear a heart so white?)
Often on a Thursday night when I sit to write my post, I am torn in multiple directions. The headlines are hard to ignore even by those of us desperate to be in the here and now, tending to our own local fires. Many folks run around propelled by the latest gossip, perhaps they too are desperate to get far away from it all? My cold run generally helps. Getting away from a screen and breathing in that mountain air a natural tonic for most.
