He-Man isn't coming to save us. VOTE!!!!
Hello my long-suffering and exhausted compatriots. I'm reaching out this evening
to say one thing:
I miss laughing!
Ok that's a lie, I want to say two things.
The second being: The company hosting this website has changed its blog format and,
predictably, most things are not as easy as before. But of course! So I can't get my text
to center/align with the images. And vice versa. But, whatever.
We have more to concern us at the moment than my unruly blog layouts.
LIKE FINDING OUT IF THESE TRANQUILIZING PILLOWS ARE STILL AVAILABLE!
Ok the good news is...the election is almost here. At last!
The bad news is that if we don't get a new commander-in-chief, many of us are going to be
trying to book flights out of here. (And now more bad news: No other countries really want
us!) But that doesn't mean we can't still pack a carry-on bag, just in case. Or look into
purchasing property in a heavily wooded portion of the US. Who am I kidding, it's probably
all been scarfed up by now! Oh how I wish I would have bought that piece of land in central
Maine after I sold my house a few years ago...at the time it looked unappetizingly desolate.
What would I do on a desolate piece of land in the middle of nowhere?
Oh my God, if only I had a piece of desolate land in the middle of nowhere!
Have you been laughing much as of late? I mean besides while watching witty late night
political commentary by Stephen Colbert, Trevor Noah, John Oliver, et al? I thought not.
Recently I received this text from a friend:
I miss your laugh.
I miss it too!
My sense of humor has bolstered me through most of my life's disappointments and
tragedies.But I must admit, this political buffoonery, combined with the deadly virus
circulating amongst us –– combined with other recent uncontrollable events in my life that
have left me starting over at ground zero –– has left me feeling uncharacteristically short
in the humor department.
But I'm grabbing life by the you-know-whats and turning this around. Because, well,
I'm tired of life zooming by while we are all sucked into the vortex of disbelief and
craziness. Covered by a gray cloud of doom.
And so countrywomen (and men) I beseech you: this is not the time for us to fall apart
and watch the ashes of our formerly fully functional senses of humor smolder.
(No insensitivity to our country's forest fire victims intended.) This is the time to join
together...to hoist humor up onto a marble pedestal. Because right now, politicians are
not going to save us. Those people "out there"...the ones who are always the "they" in
"they said"...you know them, right? Well they are not going to save us. Our ministers and
psychologists and gurus and antidepressants and vitamin supplements and kale?
Nope. Not going to save us.
You know what is going to save us? WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO SAVE US.
Our tenacity, our common sense, our courage, our love, our optimism, our perseverance,
our good hearts, our sense of fairness, our love for our mother earth, our oneness, and
our unwavering propensity toward rebellion.
And our sense of lightheartedness. Our laughter. Our humor.
Yup. That's what we have to call upon.
He-Man isn't saving us. Either is She-Ra. (As much as it's so time for that to happen!)
Meanwhile, the goddess of laughter is alive and well in my heart.
So she is my go-to savior. And I bow down at her feet in gratitude for her healing powers.
Now please excuse me while I peruse some more video clips from The Daily Show
and their correspondents.
I am storing up my endorphins in preparation for Tuesday.
I hope all of you are doing your best to love yourselves, stay healthy and safe...and at least
One last thing: If you're voting for Joe Biden...get out there and VOTE. Please.
If you're not voting for Joe Biden...you have my permission to stay home.
Thank you for your attention.
With love and heartfelt hopes that our democracy remains intact...