The movers came back this afternoon and retrieved the empty boxes. Aside from re-homing a few things the owners left behind, and waiting for the dining table and rug we ordered to arrive, we’re “done moving.”
I can see how with practice, and discipline to not accumulate “stuff,” one could get good at moving. I’m not convinced it’s a skill I want to develop.
So this weekend will be a time to recharge before the inevitable goat-rodeo that is the US presidential election kicks into high gear next week.
Despite being largely disconnected from social media, I’ve been fairly inundated with encouragement to vote. Usually accompanied by a specious claim that the advice giver “doesn’t care who you vote for, just that you vote.”
Of course they care. They want you to vote for who they’re voting for.
Both sides are convinced it’ll be the end of the world if “the other side” wins.
Maybe one side is right. Maybe both sides are.
So I guess I’ll add my voice to the chorus.
If you’re eligible to do so, please vote.
Vote against kakistocracy. Against the normalization of lies. Against divisiveness. Against misogyny. Against xenophobia. Against kleptocracy. Against willful ignorance and sciolism.
Just over four years ago I was in Edinburgh, struggling to come to grips with the election, and wrote this.
I wonder what I’ll be writing this time.
And when the dust will have settled enough to write it.