Here are some random pictures from this month:
Shando cooked up a (vegetarian) storm with two other couples who we celebrated with in San Francisco. It was a Tuesday night so it didn’t go late, and we neglected to take pictures of the evening, but we pigged out on some of the great food including these two dishes Shando made (double-chocolate bread pudding with croissants and vegetable paella).
In addition to RJR, Nabisco and Kraft (tobacco owned), my personal boycott of trash-mag/tabloid approaching Time Magazine and anything Trump has to do with will be happily added to the list. How dare they capitalize on the minority vote recipient as “Man of the Year” for his bombast, racism, xenophobia, fascism, islamophobia, misogyny (all words that have been heavily searched for online this past year) as if he is an icon, as if he is not a gloating bigot and an admitted sexual assaulter, justifying it by his concocted “celebrity.”
How am I letting Time magazine know about my disdain? I’m blogging about it, for starters. We should all vote with our wallets. Regardless of the precedents of putting infamous people up on there to sell ads in desperation, extolling a man who is already gloating about this specific cover with no doubt the most flowery of articles, is how this demagogue got elected by a minority of voters by the pandering media (and yes, I’m talking about the LIBERAL media mostly). Who voted for him? Well demographically in particular the swing voting white people in the Midwest who are entitled to a vote and a half based on their geography and an antiquated undemocratic elitist-based system that the USA still has in place since the 18th century.
My mom, who died in July, had made all of these dog sweaters herself.
This Thanksgiving that we just had was particularly poignant with my siblings.
Mom dying this year was hard enough, but then the election and two friend committing suicide has made this a very bleak year indeed.
Sometimes music helps me cry, even if it’s hard to believe the lyrics of an amazing performance like Ledisi’s cover of What a Wonderful World, which takes my breath away.
Likewise, the performance by Alex Newell with a trans choir makes me cry EVERY time, especially when you hear his unworldly last note. This performance alone deserves an emmy!
I also burst out in tears listening to the lyrics of a song I’ve known for many years, My Grown Up Christmas List:
Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
Well I’m all grown up now, And still need help somehow
I’m not a child but my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish, My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself but for a world in need
No more lives torn apart, That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts, And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win, And love would never end, no
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believe, The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely wrapped beneath the tree
But Heaven only knows, That packages and bows
Can never heal a heartached human soul
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth?
I’m seriously renewing my efforts to pursue the dual Italian citizenship I am entitled to after the nightmare of an election we had. I have no choice but to give this pig-adent a chance, but the question of the harm he will do to this country (especially to those who voted for him) is only “how much?” It is going to hurt our entire economy that had just started to be picked up by progressive policies. Mark my words.
Shando didn’t get to his 25th year HS reunion in Bucyrus, Ohio, this year, but he did join me at my 30th Reunion in Fremont. My high school was technically in Union City. It was a lot of fun and I got to reconnect with a lot of people I hadn’t really been in touch with for a long time. I also got to show off Alex because she happened to stop by toward the end after she attended a conference nearby in Silicon Valley.