Beginnings

Beginnings are always awkward for me. I either say too little, sometimes too much. If I'm at a party (I hate parties) I like to use it as a time to experiment--to say something I would never say, like "Maybe some good will come out of Donald Trump's re-election." I did this at a Democratic fundraiser last night and had to laugh when the person said, "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." The woman and I continued talking for a while and it turned out that she was the honest one. I was the fraud. This is a very confusing time for our planet.

I remember when I was in my twenties and dating a guy (long story) who followed an Indian guru. I forget which one. And he said, "The best times in life are when your basket is thrown up into the air and everything in it gets rearranged as they tumble to the ground."

I liked that notion at the time, But fifty years later I realize I only like it when I'm in control of how things get put back into my basket. I told myself to be quiet about the election but I feel like the country's basket was tossed up and isn't coming back down anytime soon.