Lucky Me!

Lucky me. Love is still a predominant emotion. Love for my patient wife, my children, my pets, and even a bit for myself. To date, I’ve successfully resisted the blitz posed by anger and dismay at our national and international political situation.

Some days, the balance teeters from the positive towards the negative, and then Max comes in with his doggy buoyancy, insisting that we go out to the yard so he can chase a chipmunk who had the poor taste to visit. Or my female cat, Sabrina, comes in chatting up a storm about something. These effectively oppose the dark fog bank descending from “Foggy Bottom” in Washington.

I thank God, firmly, that I am blessed with so much that acts in opposition to the negative. My sovereignty remains undefeated.

So I get another cup of coffee, bounce out to the workshop singing a little ditty I composed the other day:

Up the long ladder and down the short rope.

To Hell with King Donald, and God bless our hopes.

If that doesn’t do it, we’ll tear him in two.

And send him to Hell with Melania, too!

Now! Once again with feeling, and don’t forget to stomp!!! Get out those YaYa’s!!!!!