I'm reminded of the mid 70s more and more. Sitting through the Watergate hearings for days. In 1972, while working in a hospital in the D.C. area, my supervisor told me I had to shake hands with Richard M.Nixon when he came to visit George Wallace. Wallace had an assassination attempt on his life and was brought to the hospital where I worked. I didn't want to have anything to do with Nixon told her that. She insisted because no one else was available, or was conveniently absent.
Fast forward to 2018. We have a sociopath who blatantly lies about everything. He can't keep staff. Simply put - he isn't well. It is believed by many, that he is a crook. That he committed treason. These are scary times. Sad times.
Fast forward to 2019. So what do we do with all of this? We stand up. We speak out! We demand that government change. That it be totally focused on the people. If you haven't figured it out yet - well, you aren't ready for a healthy government. It takes a certain degree of health to maintain it.
I'm at my desk in the studio gazing out to at least a foot of solid iced snow. The sun is shining and I see something moving beyong the trees. Probably a squirrel. Bigfoot? The temperature has risen from -2 to about 18. My long down coat keeps me toasty warm. Oatmeal baths and lots of lotion ensure my skin isn't raw. It is a bit dry. And boots are always by the door. The garage is a constant 55 degrees so I am quite spoiled getting into my comfortable car.
The tall pines in front of me facing south in this back room are impossible to see in their entirety standing by the window. There is a forest full of them. It is time to put out the trail camera to find out who is visiting me at night. Is the doe back?
It was more than just a thrill seeing her a few weeks ago in all her splendor. I haven't seen the three legged buck yet. Neighbors say he has quitea rack. Since I am the Fb administrator for our road, I need some good photos for our pages.
Soon, we will plan our block party. There are about twenty-five homes on this street, most of which are a cape cod variety. Just like the kind of home in Baltimore where I grew up.
Stay warm. The ground hog ensures spring is near.
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