Something else to think about

Autumn sun heats the surface of my pond.
Autumn sun heats the surface of my pond.
I have an idea to plant a weeping willow on this tiny island one day.
I have an idea to plant a weeping willow on this tiny island one day.

On my podcasts it’s all election all the time today. Even on the BBC! Thank goodness I have something else to think about. Fall brings some delicious warmth after an unusually cool and wet summer. If I still worked for NOAA, I would have been reviewing charts and models all year, and would know if it was the result of El Nino patterns, as I suspect. It’s typical Autumn weather now, and it suits me just fine. Mostly rain, but broken up with scrumptiously warm and sunny moments. Warm as much for the colour as for the heat.

See how patriotic I am! The flag has complicated meanings in the States, which pains me. Despite the meanings I *don't* want others to take, I take the chance and display my country's flag anyway.
See how patriotic I am! The flag has complicated meanings in the States, which pains me. Despite the meanings I *don’t* want others to take, I chance it and display my country’s flag anyway.
Each evening, there is a brief moment where the sun has an opportunity to hit the front of the house through the trees. That is, if it's shining.
Each evening, there is a brief moment where the sun has an opportunity to hit the front of the house through the trees. That is, if it’s shining.

I voted days ago, taking advantage of Oregon’s statewide mail-in ballot. It was an instant relief to get that double sealed and signed envelope into the mail. Ah, to be able to ignore the clamouring voices. And now I’ve sought them out for entertainment value. I watched all of the Saturday Night Live debates between Kate McKinnon and Alec Baldwin. They’re a riot. Kate does such a great job of portraying Hillary Clinton that I was actually able to see how people can dislike her. Personally I find the prospect of having a smart, introverted, strong, and empathetic woman for President to be nothing short of exhilarating. My anticipation dulled only slightly at the knowledge that there is a good chance that Congress would fetter her as effectively as they have our current President.

This handsome 3-point stood just on the verge of eating the rest of my honeysuckle.
This handsome 3-point stood just on the verge of eating the rest of my honeysuckle.
The next day he ate my apples, to which he is welcome.
The next day he ate my apples, to which he is welcome.
Then he napped in the grass. It warms my soul that these deer feel comfortable sleeping here.
Then he napped in the grass. It warms my soul that these deer feel comfortable sleeping here.

I was proud to be a part of my own friends group when a rousing text-conversation burst up over the topic of Meaure 97, and whether to tax multi-million-dollar corporations at a level corresponding to the rest of the nation. It’s good to know the people in my life care as much as I do about voting intelligently. I imagine Nike, Intel, Columbia Sportswear and the rest of the corporations (most not headquartered in Oregon) could stand to pay their fair share in taxes. I was taken aback that my fave bookstore in the whole wide world, Powell’s, spoke out against Measure 97, saying that if they had to pay higher taxes they might go under. I do hope they’re being dramatic. The biggest shock of all this election season came when I reviewed the voter booklet that explained the issues, and found that a corporation in Oregon has to have sales in mega millions before they are taxed as much as my own personal income tax. I am astonished to learn this.

I have yet to get a close up photo of this remarkable fellow, who is attracted to my pond for fish reasons.
I have yet to get a close up photo of this remarkable fellow, who is attracted both to my pond and my creek for fish reasons.
Here he is again, even farther in the distance.
Here he is again, even farther in the distance.
These geese make a wonderful call, that sounds somewhat human-like. I have yet to identify them.
These geese make a wonderful call, that sounds somewhat human-like. I have yet to identify them.

Lets talk about emails, because, why not – everyone else is. Emails. Emails. I recently commented on a friend’s blog that the idea of having my own personal computer server to manage my government work sounds divine. At my home office, just like the Secretary of State, I am allowed to use only government equipment. I use an aging CPU with outdated software. I call her Old Bessie, and she takes around 22 minutes to be up and running each morning (I’ve timed the process), after logging in to the protected network and verifying my identity with passwords and chip ID cards and the like, through multiple firewalls. I can sing the Jeopardy theme song after each click, while I wait for my 0’s and 1’s to travel to the hub in Illinois and back again. Our government IT department is understaffed and underfunded. I get these little warning messages all the time “You are using an unsupported version of…” but since I do not have administrative authority, I am not allowed to touch any of it. And don’t talk to me about getting new hardware, because that’s up to you, the taxpayer. There are hundreds of things in more critical need of taxpayer dollars.

Anyhoo, when I heard that Mrs. Clinton had a personal server, the emotion I felt was envy, not rage or suspicion. “If only!” If the rest of us peons had the means to acquire our own systems, you can bet the lady candidate would be only one of legions who engaged in the practice.

In the back of the property
In the back of the property
One last look at the lovely pond.
One last look at the lovely pond.

Tomorrow will be a frenzy. Thank heavens I work till 6pm and I’ll miss most of it. I have a demanding job and I won’t even be tempted to follow things a little bit, because I need to stay focused.

But ok, honestly? I’m still thinking about it. As soon as the work is done I will find some kind of live stream to plug into. Because it really does matter how this goes. I know the President is only one person, and that one person does not have the power we think she has, and that one person does not have the power the majority of people insinuate upon her. She will be a face to the world, and a champion of causes, but a woman who has to find a way to work with the team, whether that team is hostile or friendly. She will have to continue to do her job while crazies try to find a way to impeach her, and straightjacket her, and defame her. She will have to stand tall while people talk about her wrinkles and her waistline and her butt and her voice and her taste in clothes. And like many women in the workforce, she will have to do the job spectacularly to maintain even the mildest respect from the masses.

We’ve been oh, so scared to talk about it, but we are right on the edge of electing a woman as a President.

It is so important that she is elected. Who else (among women who want that job) is baddass enough to pull off a woman in the White House? I think she doesn’t care if you hate her, and I don’t care if you hate her, but she can do the job. And oh, my fingers will be crossed all night long that Americans will give her that chance.

17 thoughts on “Something else to think about

  1. Looking at your photos of your property did give me something else to think about. I’m afraid to turn on the television today. I could look at your deer and fish eating birds all day other than that pouty face. I know so very many that are voting that way. I’m terrified. I didn’t understand what this private server was all about. Thanks for explaining it. I figure you can tell if a politician is lying by whether or not their lips are moving. Trust not one of them. All in all, as a regular republican for so many years, I just can’t do it anymore. We need a strong 3rd party in this country to break up the crazies. It is true about how they will tax Powell’s. I see them going soon. Corps get tax breaks to bring their businesses to certain cities. As soon as the measure passes, they will look for somewhere else to go. Taking the jobs with them. That’s why so many have gone overseas. Profits before honor every time. Haven’t had a chance yet to respond to your e-mail. Later today, I hope. Hang in there.

    1. My knee-jerk thoughts on the private email server are only musings. People who are suspicious of Mrs. Clinton believe she calculated the move intentionally to dupe the American people. I agree about third party candidates. It would be lovely to shake things up, really shake them up, and deny both Republican and Democrat parties, just to make our democracy more of a democracy. But in the meantime… please not Trump.

      1. I’m a basket case worrying that he will win. I can’t watch. It’s making me ill. I know so many that are voting for him. I don’t know the answer to our problems here but I just don’t think he is it.

      2. I haven’t been able to do anything for the last 2 days. I sit here and the tears start. I’ve never had this reaction to an election. Can’t sew or do chores. I’m scared.

      3. Marlene, I wish I could give you a nice logical speech to allay your fears. However I am scared too. I was in the office Wednesday with a co-worker who was crying all morning. People noted how the city is quiet. In shock, I assume, in our little bastion of good sense here in a bubble wihtin the conservative state of Oregon. I am trying to tell myself that it won’t be the end of the world. Like Brexit, the changes will be slow and will give us a chance to decide how to frame them. But still, the new President happily spreads hatred for my transgender child, for me as a woman, my Muslim friends, my Mexican friends, the healthcare plan that gave my mother hope as she was dying, the women’s healthcare clinic that I was forced to use when I was a pregnant teenager, and he even vows to take away the choice I had as a teenager – to address my own healthcare in the way I saw fit. He vows to get rid of those things, or in the case of the people he can’t get rid of, to at least let others know that we are not worthy of respect. In other words, this person actively attacks my own identity, and the shock is paralyzing. Other Presidents I didn’t like, but they never attacked me personally and then got elected. I have so many gloom and doom thoughts that all I can think to do is try to stay away from media.

  2. Oh Crystal, I am devastated, but making myself climb out of my gloomy thoughts to visit on WP. I could go on but …
    The photos of your pond are lovely and I really like the idea of planting a willow there one day. I remain so happy for you that you have found this place.

    1. I understand your devastation, but I also count on your optimism and resiliance. You, who have been out there among the people like no one else I know, are at least one who knows how most of us are good, respectable, and worthy people. Many Americans are afraid, and fears are leading us to make frightened choices, but I just can’t forget how wonderful people are. There is so much love, and we will both find it in the coming years.

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