Not convinced enough to support
Talk about pulling a bait and switch routine. The local news broadcast had me ready for more news about the mayor and his out-of-control roaming habit. The news that makes me giggle and self-righteous (according to she who knows most things). Instead, word that Havana and Washington are about to kiss and make up.
Who saw that coming? Over a half-century of fist waving and refusal to have play dates, ending. Beaches, (other than Gitmo), with gringos kicking back. No more empty rhetoric about “my way or no way”. Replacement parts for classic cars. An eventual TV movie. Wait until I catch my breath.
Locally, I returned to cellar duty. Boxes, filled with detritus alongside those containing a legacy. All my solar panels… Someday, the sun will shine. Still a long way from done, but my resolve is increasing. I do want to move.
The dog spotted them first, and sounded the alarm. Two men, in suits, at the door. With that look of the totally convinced in their eyes. Not members if a cult group, exactly, although many will think otherwise. No, this was a potential candidate for the reigning federal party (OK, a cult). Wondered if anyone in the house would like to join up and help with “investiture”.
I remained polite. Explained that my intention was to move away (quickly, in any other direction), so I didn’t believe (I really don’t) that we were the best supporters available.
Obviously the word hasn’t gone out. Support for the status quo will require more than a pretty face in this neighbourhood. Hint: come bearing gifts. It IS that time of year, after all.
