11th November, 2018 Sunday
Well Dream Kite didn’t fly last night.
The day’s outside weather has been cold dry and a bit smokey.
The day’s inside weather has been stormy. The fires in California and Trump’s behavior overseas, I am exhausted from finding out what is happening.
As an antidote to looking at photos and videos of the Orange Idiot’s insanity, I am listening to Obama’s last White House Correspondence Dinner Speech which happened spring of 2016. So much of the World has changed.
I brought Zoi outside for her lessoning for Ring or shall I say our lessoning for the Ring. She did beautifully in our driveway and I kept it to 10 minutes so both she and I did not get too confused.
Made the reservations for our Thanksgiving Strike to Portland to sit at SIL’s Mom’s fabulous table.
Barack is roasting GOP 2016 Nominee The Donald as I type. The perspective of the last two and a half years, boy. Can I choose to live in the alternate reality that had Barack Obama as the first four term President since FDR and the planet is healing and people respect eachother.
Husband is off to see his father again tomorrow.
I will be here with my Pack and the dogs and the naked Oak.
Ta.
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