That’s how I feel about politics
tonight—at least Republican politics. Ted Cruz, clearly losing, appoints a
vice-presidential choice way ahead of time. And not only that, he appoints
Carly Fiorina who dropped out of the race because she was so unpopular. I saw a
joke FB post today with Cruz saying to her, “And after we lose Indiana, we’ll
appoint a cabinet.” Cruz apparently said Hillary is scared to death of Fiorina,
and some pundit replied, “The only thing that scares Hillary is that Fiorina
will sing to her.” Come on, folks, this is getting silly.
And yet it’s not. Donald Trump’s
amazing sweep both amazes and scares me. I simply cannot see him with his hand
on the red button to trigger international disaster. That scares me almost as
much as Ted Cruz. I was surprised today at John Boehner’s leap into the fray, a
leap that probably seals Cruz’s defeat.
It will come as no surprise to many of
you that I see Hillary Clinton as the obvious choice for the Democrats and for
the presidency. I used to love Bernie, and I still love his idealistic views,
but I think they are impractical. And he’s turned from nice guy to bitter. I
wish he’d kept to the high road, and I admire Hillary for doing so. Bernie once
pledged to support whoever the Democratic candidate is—I hope he honors his
pledge and urges the “Feel the Bern” supporters to do the same.
Meantime I had a good day—two grocery
stores in one morning about wears me out, or at least wears my back out. Even
though Amy, my traveling companion, as she calls herself, carries in all the
groceries.
No long nap today—my brother and
sister-in-law came to look at Uncle Bob’s white on white weaving. After much
discussion, during which Cindy said, “If it weren’t the color of our walls,”
and “I really do like this piece,” they decided to try it out. I will call my
man who cleans Oriental rugs and ask him to clean it, and then they’ll take it.
As John said, “We are not putting Uncle Bob out on the street.” He was dear to
all of us, and we treasure his work. Now, then, there’s the painting of a pink
chrysanthemum on a green background—any takers?
Uncle Bob was a gay man I met in the
70s through macramé classes (does that date me) who eventually became family,
and when I was raising four teenagers alone he was a great help—most of the
time. He taught them to drive and to ride horseback and to be polite at all
times. Sometimes however, especially on trips, it was like having five
teenagers. I remember one trip to Corpus….no, we won’t go there. He died of
AIDS in the early ‘90s, a great loss for our family, and we all treasure the
pieces of his art we have—except for that darn pink and green painting.
Tonight I had a nice, laughing dinner
with my restaurant explorer friend Betty. We went to Fixture where I always
love the Day Boat Scallop. I was ready to leave when I saw they’d taken it off
the menu, but we’d already ordered wine.
We split a scallop and veggie dish plus a side of truffle mac and
cheese. So good. Pleasant night to dine on the patio, though we’re expecting
storms after midnight.
Tomorrow a used book dealer comes to
look at my library, and in the evening we have my publication party. Rain all
day may put a damper on things, but I’m being optimistic.
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