There are 40 days and 40 nights until the USA election day, and I’m bracing myself for hell, with no end in sight, because of Donald Trump’s hellish words and behaviors
Some of my readers may disagree with what I write, but hell is also a place where no disagreement is allowed. Hell, let’s just agree to disagree, okay? But do I want to hear defenses of Donald Trump these days? Hell, no.
A house divided against itself, cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other. Either the opponents of slavery will arrest the further spread of it, and place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is in the course of ultimate extinction; or its advocates will push it forward, till it shall become lawful in all the States, old as well as new — North as well as South.
Today, the USA government seems like a house divided, again. The whole country, the whole planet, seems like a house divided, which cannot stand.
Yesterday, I saw this:
That “house divided” is very close to the Atlantic ocean, so I don’t know how long that’s going to stand, either.
I don’t know how to unite this house we all live in, except to keep blogging and sharing photos like these:
This comes up when I search YouTube for “A House Divided”:
It’s not creepy to enlarge any of those photos to see which ones you think are creepy.
Moments after I took that last creepy photo of a vacuum cleaner on a dark and windy night under the wolf moon, I saw an animal walking by us which didn’t look particularly creepy to me. My husband Michael, who seemed creeped out, said quietly, “It’s a coyote.” Michael thought it would be creepy if I tried to take a creepy photo of it, so we kept walking. The coyote changed direction, which Michael thought was very creepy. Seconds later, we noticed four other coyotes creeping down a hill to join the first one. Michael told me to keep walking without looking at the creepy pack. When we saw somebody further down the street walking a small dog, we told him about the creepy group of five coyotes we had passed. He said, “I guess they’re out enjoying this warm weather just like us. This little guy would make a nice snack for them” and he kept walking, which some people might have found creepy.
I’m also focusing on “dealing with change” today because next week I’ll be conducting a version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the major Boston hospital where I work. That’s a change for me and I’m going to focus the group topic on dealing with change, since we’re all dealing with so much change, especially in the health care industry.
One way I deal with change is to blog here daily and to share my photos from the day before. Today’s photos feature
Julie, the lovely woman from my high school who helped me deal with Hillel’s death by inviting me to stay at her place Tuesday night and go to Hillel’s funeral together,
Julie’s pets, including two cats and a dog,
Julie’s beautiful home, inside and out,
the cemetery where Hillel was buried yesterday, and
the delicious meal Michael served me when I finally got home last night.
If you want to change the size of any of those photos, just click to enlarge.