Bern and I have two children--Mimi and Josh--and four grandchildren--Emma, Tegan and Chris Bradley and Eleanor McCarthy.
I worry more about them than Bern and I. We are in our 70's and not long for this world. But they have decades to live.
What the new government will mean to them is beyond my expectations.
I long for them to live in the nation I've always lived it.
But I don't know if that will happen.
I pray so....
My right thumb and shoulder hurt from time to time.
The heels of my feet sometime brother me at night.
My knees aren't what they used to be and hurt a bit.
But what hurts is my heart....
My oldest friend is going into a nursing home in Hamden.
I worry about my children and grandchildren.
I hurt about our country and what the next four years will bring.
And I'm 77 and worry about how much time I have left....
Hurt can point us to what matters.
Really.
Try it....
Time will pass--it always does.
What do we need to do and 'be' looking ahead?
We must live in hope and 'do' what hope requires. That means keeping working for the poor, the disabled, the immigrants....
Here's what pisses me off about the whole deal about people entering the country to find a better life--if you aren't a native American--your family entered this country from somewhere else to find a better life.
Bern's family came from Italy and Hungery and mine came from Britian and probably Sweden.
We came here from somewhere else.
And the President-elect wants to send back people who came for the same reason--to find a better life.
Send us all home--though for me it would be generations, but for Bern it would be one generation on her mother's side and she would be the first generation born here on her father's side.
Send us 'home'....But this is 'home' and can be for many others.
That makes me crazy--the deportation Trump plans!
But I'm not as 'crazy' as he is for proposing it......
It's been 9 days since the election.
Donald Trump won. I don't get it--which means I'm on t he outside looking in.
I'm still in shock.
Four years of Trump--who wants Matt Gatz to be Attorney General?
I long to breathe well.
And I can't.
Not yet.
We shall see.
We shall see what we must do.
I hope.
Most days I have what people would consider two breakfast meals.
I'll have an egg with turkey sausage and raisin toast in the morning and bacon and a blueberry waffle with maple syrup at noon.
Does that make me weird or strange?
You tell me.
In today's Gospel from Mark, Jesus condemned the rich and praised a poor woman who gave all she had.
I talked about wanting to be honored and given the best seat. I've been like that.
But now, with the President elect, my friend fighting for his life in Yale/New Haven hospital, my child in a life changing position, my injury still effecting me--I feel poor.
But someone called me about her husband being near death and I was comforting to her.
Even when we are poor--we are rich in compassion, care and love.
Just that.
The unusual warm weather of this week ended today.
I don't like the cold and it is cold outside.
I even have a heater on beside my desk though the house is at 68 degrees.
I also don't have a sermon ready for tomorrow.
Alas and alack....
I need to pull it together.
