Years and years – and years! – ago when Rock and I were dating in college, knowing I was majoring in journalism, he thought to impress me with this amusing little anecdote. The story goes that a young author, having just finished his first novel, went to an older, well established writer and asked what he should title his work.
“Does the book have drums in it?” Asked the older man. “No,” was the answer.
“Does it have trumpets?” Again, no.
Then call it “No Drums, No Trumpets.” Heh, heh, heh.
My piece today has a slight variation because it has no drums and no Donald TRUMPS. For months now I have been obsessed with the contrariness of this man who somehow managed to be elected to be my president. Every thought, every sentence seemed to be centered around his unsuitability in office.
Well, I’m getting over that. So, this blog will not be about him, therefore the title.
What’s going on in my life? Well, I’ve signed up for Medicare, though that may be a waste of time after Congress gets through with the tax bill that The Donald wants so badly. Actually, he wants almost anything to be passed so he can claim that …. Whoa. NO DRUMS, NO TRUMPS. Oh, yes.
So, I am very proud of a grandson who is in the military. I have three grandsons and am proud of all three. I worry though, because they are of an age to see combat should our president deem it necessary to drop nuclear bombs on North Korea. Where does this guy come from anyway, that he thinks he can start a nucl…. Nope. Nope.
Well, let’s see. The weather has been strange this year. The summer just seemed to go on and on and that was followed by a very long fall. Yesterday we had a smattering of snow and that will probably go on and on too, given that weather patterns are changing and the planet is warming. So of course, what does our contrarian do but pull us out of the climate agreement. What in the world is he thinking? Does he do these things just to do the opposite of what has been our policies in the past? Is he crazy or wha… Oh, my.
Food is a safe subject. Thanksgiving is coming and naturally I am serving turkey. Speaking of which, our Prez will be in his summer/winter retreat for this holiday and I see that before he left he pardoned two of those big birds. Given his bent, it’s surprising he didn’t say, “Off with their heads!”
Huh! I just can’t do it.
I guess I need more time. The Donald is always there somewhere, lurking, hassling, lying, writing tweets, picking unqualified judges who will be around for generations, writing horrid executive orders that are yet to be revealed.
What I need is more wine.