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.
“She seems to be floundering again,” sings Carly Simon, but I’m not floundering about how to end this blog post.