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 