For some reason, I just began thinking this morning about colors (or colours for the British spelling). Of course, the blues and reds dotting our landscape in the aftermath of this debacle seem to spell out each person’s vote. But I have thought more of the yellow stars that Jewish people were forced to wear in Hitler’s Germany. Or the “Green Book” that black people had to use to find welcoming accommodations if they traveled. And now the use of the term “purple” to denote a mixed electorate. Perhaps I have fixated on colors because my eyesight is diminishing rather rapidly. Yesterday, I admired what I saw as a white sweatshirt that a young woman was wearing announcing her recent visit to Lake George. We chatted for a minute about that area, my having lived in Kingston and having a best friend further upstate. But I made a comment about hoping her white shirt wouldn’t get too dirty, and she said well actually it’s tie-dyed. I really stared again and could finally maybe pick out a bit of pink but honestly only because I wanted to. She tried to make me feel better by saying that the colors were subtle, but I’m sure they were visible to others with better vision. It does make one question how one is seeing the world however.
And I think perhaps that covers our recent upside down election. It’s all a matter of how each individual sees the world. And that unfortunately has come to be shaped by the media that the person consumes. We are fortunate to have many excellent political writers here with a progressive bent, and we can also read some with different stripes. God on Substack as well as humorist Andy Borowitz have each given us some good input recently to reset our memories and perspectives.
So while my right eye is still functioning to legally to drive, I have to get out for some vittles—and also get my monthly pedicure when they open at 9:30 a.m. Self-care is being promoted vigorously by all who understand its necessity. And sometimes escapism is required. We shall overcome because the RESISTANCE HAS BEGUN!
TTFN
Well, Don A. I was completely flummoxed by your question. But research reveals that it has to do with Star Trek, so perhaps others will understand. I’ve never seen any of those movies—sorry.
Aging chips away at everything. Even putting on a shirt takes longer. Just don’t fall down. We don’t bounce up any more.