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Yes, I have tons of things to finish . . . black door painting, white trim painting (inside and out), gardening, driftwood gathering, yada yada yada. I finished clearing the big lily bed bordering the front of the house earlier this week.  Yesterday was driftwood, rock and shell hauling. I figured I deserved a break today. I’ve had the perfect piece of driftwood for street numbers lying around for months, so . . .

It will hang on the fence by the gate out front as soon as the paint and glue has dried for a day. It may not exactly be art in the strictest sense, but now visitors can find the house without me walking out to the street.

I’ve started the first of my decorator signs too. I’m using the same process as the bedroom furniture. This one is for the bedroom and will say . . . maybe I’ll just post a pic when it’s done. So, I best get back to my “break.” I want to finish the sign and re-pot a couple of plants before dinner. (Grin)

(To the sharp-eyed among you, yipe that is a work bench in my garage. The long, boring house sitting gig had to have a payoff for the torture I endured.)

 

 

 

 

 

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new tree

HaHa . . . aren’t I the horticulturist? I’ve known it was coming since last week. A tree for the yard! All things garden related have been coming along very nicely, thank you. I never dreamed a tree would be part of the transformation, but . . . there it is.

I had been keeping my expectations low. I would have been happy with a twig to coddle for a couple of years. I had and still am considering joining the Arbor Day Foundation because I could get five crape myrtles included in the $10 membership. These are measured in inches of height and that was sorta kinda what I was imaging for this one.

I was prepared for the tree’s arrival making a bowl with the sod I’ve been removing from the lily bed. Then I dug down another couple of feet into the sand and filled it with real dirt so it would sit on a slight mound. It should have a goodly amount of room for the roots to spread out.

Hey . . . look an actual tree! It’s a little under four feet tall. That qualifies as a tree, right? I’m going with it. I have a tree!

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The yellow and pink calla lilies are blooming beautifully. The white one at the far end of the front porch has 13 new sprouts beyond the two original plants and new ones poking their heads up daily. I’m not expecting any flowers this year, but it should be amazing next year. The shells and beach stones really compliment the driftwood edging. It’s going to make the mulching for winter harder, but I think it’s worth it. Of course, I may change my mind when I actually have to do it, but I’ve never been one to make things easy for myself.

Maybe I don’t have a black thumb after all. I mean, how could I? I have a tree!

 

 

It was once said of the United States of America . . .

. . . in my mind it was a tall proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity, and if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That’s how I saw it and see it still.”

What kind of wimpy snowflake gushing is this? Blah, blah people of all kinds . . . blah, blah free ports . . . blah, blah walls had doors . . . blah, blah open to anyone with the will and heart to get here. Just the usual left wing nonsense demonstrating their weakness and lack of will to Make America Great Again. It takes a tough guy to MAGA. Who is this libtard anyway?

Maybe a little more of the quote will help . . .

“I’ve spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don’t know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind . . . “

Still not sure. He’s campaign slogan was “Let’s Make America Great Again.” It might be a little before a whole lot of people’s cognitive memories, but it was used long before Trump stole it. It was used by a man long revered by the GOP as the paradigm to which all true conservatives measured themselves . . . Ronald Wilson Reagan. Surprised?

So, what happened? How could the party that honored, admired and held this man in the highest esteem be the same party that now supports Trump? The party of “family values” is now the party that is complicit in taking babies from immigrant parents. The party of “free trade” is now the party supporting a president that is intent on starting trade wars even with our allies. The party of Lincoln that freed the slaves; of Teddy Roosevelt with his “Square Deal” (look it up), National Parks and Panama Canal, of Eisenhower who established NASA, signed the Civil Rights Bill of 1957 and opposed McCarthyism; of many Republican presidents and legislators that moved our country forward . . . not backward . . . is somehow now the party of Donald Trump.

Donald Trump is a literal Johnny Come Lately to the Republican Party. How about the old Republican guard stop hiding, cowering from the reality of what is happening to their party and fight back? How about a return of the “tall proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity, and if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here.” That’s a goal worthy of this once great country. Dare I say . . . Let’s make America great again.

We have a big job ahead of us to right this ship, the US of A. We seem to be taking on water fast and if both parties don’t start bailing water soon, I fear all that will be left of the American dream is a nightmare.

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Have you seen enough? Is there any question left in your mind? Can you condone the direction this administration with the complicity of the GOP is taking our once proud country? Do you feel shame at the actions of our government? Do you tolerate racism? Do you support the enrichment of the “One Percent” and corporations at the expense of the middle class and poor? Are you okay with the possibility of the elderly losing their Social Security, a fund they have paid into their entire lives? Can you tolerate the war this government is waging against the most vulnerable among us? Can you excuse babies and toddlers or a child of any age being taken from parents en masse for political purposes? Are you ok with putting entire families indefinitely into what amounts to concentration camps? Do you have any compassion for anyone besides yourself?

If you answered yes to any of these questions and a dozen more like them, you can’t bury your head in the sand in the face of overwhelming facts, not “alternative facts,” not opinions, but hard, verified facts! This is no longer a matter of being conservative or liberal, even Democrat, Republican, Libertarian or Independent. It is about who we are going to be as a country going forward. Will we choose hate and fear over love and hope?

I know it is overwhelming and more than a little depressing, but you must be strong and raise your voice for what this country was founded on and has strived to stand for – at times poorly – for the almost 242 years since the signing of the Declaration of Independence. We haven’t gotten it right all the time, but we have always found our way clear of those times. It is our fortitude and resilience that has seen us through in the past. We can do it again, but we must VOTE. It is the one true tool we have against tyranny. Yes, tyranny . . . “cruel, unreasonable, or arbitrary use of power or control.”

The first step is to make sure you are registered to vote. Do it now. Don’t wait. Then you will have to endure until November. I know it is a long time off. The outrage and anger will diminish, but you cannot become complacent. You may even tire of being told over and over to vote.

Plan now. Make a commitment to yourself. Then in November, send packing those that have supported and been complicit in the tyranny you clearly see now. It’s your right, exercise it. It’s your voice, use it.

 

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