What an unreliable blogger I am…I just realized this break has extended from Istanbul at the end of September until now. True…I have not traveled anywhere other than back and forth to work and the gym, but surely I could make a post or two around the small adventures of daily life.
To catch up in time to this week before Thanksgiving—speaking of what immigrants can do a place; they arrive in a new land, subjugate and/or kill the people already there, take the whole damn thing over…and then dedicate a national holiday of gluttony to their actions. October and November have gone like this: I was sick for awhile after returning from the Stans. I got better. My doctor suggested I stop whining about getting old because if I kept it up I would…be…old. I stopped. Work is work. Abs class is abs class. There are so many books worthy of reading. There are so many shows/series worthy of streaming. There are so many new exercises and diets/recipes worth of trying, even doing. My family and friends are fine. There, everything’s current.
Just one last travel photo…all the way from Turkey.
I wish I could say that as this year draws to a close—so does the Trumpian Presidency. We rational American citizens are living through what we can only hope is a bizarre one-time experience and experiment in whether the US can survive a narcissistic, corrupt, incoherent, greedy and mentally-declining man leading our country. Actually we’ve survived presidents that had elements of at least one of the above in their personalities—but never before a president with all of the above. Frightening to say the least. Thank god for dedicated and observant people within our government.
All of the diplomatic/government employee witnesses at the impeachment hearings were excellent…straightforward, articulate, knowledgeable, earnest, the best of our country. Why do we so rarely get people this good running for public office, which at least on the Republican side, appears to be a gang of sly, not-very-bright losers
As director of a lively color-full innovative art center I am a most fortunate person. The North Fourth Art Center is filled with creative and engaged artists, staff and community theater lovers who will inform you and entertain you…and make you happy. It is never boring and (almost) always uplifting.
Last but not least…I’ve been engaged in a bout of Swedish death cleaning. Look it up, it’s quite a cheerful activity. This is one newly-arranged corner of my living room. Nice I think. A mix of some imaginative work from North Fourth, a Suzanne Sbarge piece and my photo from Hoi An, Vietnam.