Yesterday was one of the worst days in many, many years. It began with Shelly’s death, so quick, so unexpected, despite her years of fighting cancer. We all thought she would beat it – how could she not? Then the mourning took a swan dive as Hillary’s numbers stayed low. I kept waiting for the resurgence, yet it never came. As I leaned over to turn out my lamp, I took one last look at the CNN pool and say the opposition numbers at 95%, plus. I wanted to throw up.
The middle of the night waking, one of many, showed it was no nightmare – the Dow was down 700, motherfucker, if my retirement is gone because of you…yet by this morning, stocks were up, apparently his acceptance speech wasn’t maniacal – so investors didn’t panic. Shit. I better buy a house or pay off my loan by January 17. I remained concerned. How many times has he declared bankruptcy?
Work was …worky. Fortunately, my first client was 6. I (obviously) didn’t bring it up, especially in this county, yet the statement soon came:
Client: “So, Trump is gonna be President.” Me: “That’s what I hear.” C: “I wish Hillary would’ve won. When I’m 18, if she’s still running, I’m gonna vote her.” That’s one special 6 year old boy and one helluva kickass momma.
I was thrilled that one of my kids called his vice-principal at school to make sure she told me that he was sorry to miss our session, but he was really sick. Those are good moments. One the way home, I just had to stop and pick up a mourning burrito, and I’m glad I did. The man there, Freddy, who is as Mexican as you can get told me, in his very thick Mexican accent that m
aybe, just maybe this will be a good thing. That maybe somehow it will unite the country and bring us together and if a Mexican immigrant can have an attitude that good, then who am I , Miss Little Whitey, to disagree with him?
I called my sister. We commiserated. I am going to bed soon, and tomorrow to a workshop (interestingly enough) on trauma, while the nation continues to experience this…(you fill it in).
Pictures: Yes; This is what I fight for and what I love to see.
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