Because I had even more resistance to taking photos yesterday than I did the day before, I was floundering about what to call today’s post.
“Floundering” seems right, because:
- our leaders are floundering,
- our institutions are floundering,
- many people tell me they are floundering, and
- this is the only photo I took yesterday:
That’s flounder over a peach and ginger flavored coulis with cous cous and al dente vegetables. Michael’s cooking is a good remedy for floundering (although not for the flounder).
Today, I’m going to meet Mayor Pete Buttgieg, who doesn’t seem to be floundering even though he is running a distant fourth to Elizabeth Warren, Joe Biden, and Bernie Sanders in the polls (and poll results were certainly floundering in our last Presidential election). And speaking of polls, I don’t understand why Cory Booker is floundering with such low polling numbers, either. These days, I’m floundering to make sense of many things.
Here‘s “Floundering” by Carly Simon:
“She seems to be floundering again,” sings Carly Simon, but I’m not floundering about how to end this blog post.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 
There’s something fishy going on, but it’s still possible Mayor Pete can tip the scales.
I’m glad when you comment just for the halibut, Chris.
Perhaps all of the current floundering can be traced back to “The Floundering Fathers”!
ahahhaha- that’s a good one! 🙂
Yes!!
I would keep reading your blog posts even if you never posted another photo, Ann.
Thanks for your unfloundering support, Maureen.
i hope the impeachment proceedings aren’t floundering.
I hope that hope never flounders.
Floundering???????????????
Yeah that’s me
We flounder together, Joanne!
It’s not a fluke that you still found a good title, Ann.
It’s not a fluke that we found each other, Mark.