Super Moonie

There's only one thing to do at a time like this.

Call in the troops.

Because the troops?

They make everything better.

I mean, look at them . . .

. . . right?

They make everybody feel better.

They make *me* feel better.

They run like the wind . . .

. . . and make it look easy.

Plus? Rocks.

So thankful for these troops . . .

. . . and for their righteous mom and dad.

 . . . Happy Birthday, dude.

And as for you Super Moonie .  . .

. . . you who looks so generously and gorgeously upon us . . .

. . . you who keeps an eye on things down below . . .

 Keep looking after us down here, okay?

We sorely need your help.

trumped.

Well, *I* certainly don't know what to say.

I had Beth's youngest in my car yesterday morning, and she asked me if I like Donald Trump. I said "ew, no!" because I am a role model. She said that he's going to be president and he's going to do bad things.

She succinctly summed up  the fear that's been gnawing in my belly since Tuesday. He's going to do bad things.

I said: "Well, we don't know what's going to happen but we do know who we are and that's not going to change. Our job is to remember who we are and to keep doing the right thing whenever we have a choice."

And then we sang along with the song on the radio in the voice of a clucking chicken.

That's all I got.

Shadow land

I ​was just finally able to drag myself out of bed. I lay there for much longer than usual, ​trying to somehow ​get a grip on what's happened. It's interesting to me to notice ​that what I feel is so similar to what I felt the moment I realized​ my first ​marriage was over.​

​T​here's a sense of groundless,​ and confusion, of not knowing exactly how or ​why this could ​

 happen​,​ ​or where things are going to go. Feelings of utter disbelief and disappointment.

I feel the same nausea that I did then.​ I'm weepy like I was. ​I likely won't eat much of anything today.​  I'll probably continue to stay a mess all morning and then pull myself together for my kids,​  which is what I did then too.

​Aghh, my kids. Sucky day to be a parent, isn't it? I​   actually think my older two girls will all understand how this happened ​and realize that it is now more important then ever to stand up for justice and social rights, for the environment and equality. It's my younger daughter that I think will be the most perplexed. ​ But of course, living in the NOW as she does, she will also be the first to move on, to stay in the present moment instead of projecting her fears and disappointments into a day that hasn't even yet arrived.​

​On another level, I am very, very angry. As a woman, I am angry. Extremely angry. I think more than anything this election showed us just how misogynistic this country is. I mean, c'mon, it ​  just makes no rational ​

sense to me that someone who is probably better prepared than any other candidate in history,​ loses to a man with absolutely no experience. The​ $.76 I make into the dollar is really pissing me off right now. I guess that's the good thing about this election​'s ​outcome.​  I​ believe​ people are going to have to really dig deep and decide what they are no longer willing to tolerate​, and what they are willing to work for.​

My boss, although ​a liberal,​  is a misogynist and I honestly ​don't know if I can work for him anymore. Admittedly, this isn't a completely new revelation​,​ but my feeling of urgency is much more intense today​. This sense of disbelief and anger may propel me to make some new and more liberating choices for myself. Maybe you have things that you're now feeling moved to do as well.

​

These will be interesting days for sure.

And we've got a lot of work to do.

But before then, Hawaii. I leave tomorrow morning and I feel a deep sense of relief and gratitude that I get to jet off off to the farthest flung state (and a blue one at that) for a number of days to process this all.  

And if I don't gain some clarity while away, well, there's always legal marijuana. Kidding. I'd rather stay drunk. KIDDING. Kind-of. I bet you know what I mean though.....

Aw Tumn

Tomorrow's the biggest day ever.

So do the right thing, okay?

And in the meantime . . .

 Gaze upon the loveliness, won't you?

We had one of those Sundays where we gazed upon the loveliness with willful abandon, all the day.

I mean, you tell me . . .

. . . is it not lovely around here?

Are we not willful in our abandon?

Oh, look! Drinks.

Yummy.

That Mistah. That photographist of mine.

And then, all of a sudden, in the Western Sky:

Seriously . . .

. . . these are SOOC, my peeps . . .

. . . it pays to have Rest Cure on the deck all the day . . .

It was beautiful . . .

. . . it was lovely . . .

. . . it was evocative . . .

There is only one thing to do at a time like this:

Vote.

Do The Right Thing.

oldies

Getting old has its perks, I guess. Being wiser and whatnot? I don't know. The live music scene is different, I think. My much older co-blogger Beth is the queen of the live music scene. She is regularly kind and awesome enough to let me barge in on many of her dates 

You may recall that we traveled to both Northern and far Southern California to see our remaining Grateful Dead friends play with their friends in the last couple of years, and we've hung out with our boyfriends Ziggy and Ben and Michael with some regularity.  

I don't think we've posted about the fact that we returned to Kaboo this year. Remember Kaboo? The 3 day music festival right in our own back yard? It's low-key marketed as geared toward an older, wiser, "more mature" crowd, so naturally got a bit of a rep as being for boring old white people. I'd like to believe that I am neither boring nor old, but if the shoe fits, yada yada. 

It was an awesome weekend, but the festival really wasn't as epic this year. The line up was good not great, and there were changes made to the layout that super duper sucked. 

We had fun, though

they had hall AND oates, and Beth and I knew every word to every song. Well, at least 3 or 4 songs. 

The stages were packed, but if you are so inclined there was plenty of space to move around, find shade, or sit down

When the young whippersnappers started chucking inflatables around, we oldies banded together to bring them down to the ground.

even G Love is getting oldie, but he still rocked the house

we oldies know how to maximize space 

Last week Beth and I went to see our my boyfriend Ziggy, at a venue that isn't necessarily marketed toward a mature crowd, but the ticket price was steep enough to keep most whippersnappers at bay, and for God's sake it was a Monday night. Who goes out on Monday nights?

We oldies, that's who.

Beth and her man led me right through the peeps to their special secret spot right next to the stage, and I got to gaze upon Ziggy unobstructed. Swoon. 

That night I was thinking that I had no clue if Ziggy was 30 or 50 or 100 years old, so I looked it up and discovered that his birthday had been just days before this show, and he was born in the same year as me and my much older co-blogger! We make a Ziggy sandwich!

We oldies are still goodies, for sure.

Dia de los Muertos - 2016 edition

That's right, it's that time of the year!

The time to celebrate and remembers friends & family who have died, and to help support them in their spiritual journey..........

Like always, Longfellow did not disappoint.

Just look at all this Day of the Dead celebratory goodness:

I could get you this artist's autograph if you like....

Probably hers as well.