Put on a happy face…?

Daily writing prompt
What are your biggest challenges?

Finding something to do, keeping a smile on my face, being blindly and unreasonably optimistic just because. It’s hard to smile when it looks like the world is heading for the dumpster.

Some might hazard a diagnosis of depression, but I’m not sure that would be accurate. I feel like it’s more that it’s difficult to look around at the leadership in this country and elsewhere, at certain trends, at the condition of the planet– among other things– and not be concerned, or angry, or frustrated, or pessimistic.

Maybe my biggest challenge, as a new year begins, is summoning the courage to add my voice and my being to the resistance. Finally take the plunge.

Certain Preferences

Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?

I guess it would depend on the sport. If it was football, maybe a mixture of royal blue and black– and I’d be sure to require that the actual team city/logo was visible and not a small patch that gets lost amidst all the advertising on the uniform.

If it was baseball, I’d probably go with white home uniforms and gray away ones, with a dark blue hat and red lettering.

Mascots are silly.

Heightened Awareness

Daily writing prompt
How have your political views changed over time?

I have started to vote in local elections more often, and my party affiliation has been established for awhile now. There was a stretch when I valued the label of Independent and voted based on whatever candidate struck me as likeable and seemingly capable. But anymore and until convinced otherwise, I am a one-party voter, and it’s not the party of Donald Trump, if he even has an affiliation. He may just be a one-person party, all in for himself.

My worldview and political sensibilities shifted for good during my years as a Lutheran pastor.

Refuge

Daily writing prompt
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Some sort of loft with good lighting and comfortable seating, or a small outbuilding in the woods or at the back of a property, again comfortably appointed with a wood or gas fireplace, good lighting, a couple of comfortable chairs, maybe a decent sound system. Not too Spartan– having electricity would be nice, along with being comfortable in a variety of weather conditions.

Oh, right

It was nice to take a day and not think about everything that’s going on. I guess Christmas Day is a day apart for a variety of reasons. It’s so steeped in tradition, so many people trying to hold onto something, that we suspend reality for a bit, try to capture some essence of Christmases past. This hasn’t worked for me since I was in 9th grade or so. But yesterday came closer than it has in a while.

We were immersed in the revelry of four children age 7 and under opening piles of gifts with their names on them. We savored time with family, drank some coffee, ate some freshly baked cinnamon rolls, had an egg and cheese and bacon breakfast sandwich, on an English muffin. The Amy Grant Christmas channel was playing on Pandora. We got a surprise visit (a surprise to me) from our daughter who flew in from Colorado. And I spent very little time contemplating the sludge and ugliness casting a pall over the nation. It was great.

But now it’s 12/26, and I suppose it won’t be long before the revelry is shattered by the next stupendously deprived or mind-numbingly dumb thing Donald Trump says or does.

Wheels

Daily writing prompt
What is your all time favorite automobile?

Of the cars we’ve had in our life, I’d have to say a 2004 Buick Rendezvous. It offered a nice view of the road, it was a roomy, solid 4000 pound vehicle, and I didn’t have to lower myself in to drive it.

In general, my favorite brand is Toyota. I drive a Camry now and would probably get another one, though in a perfect world, I’d probably hold out for a Tacoma extended cab.

Flow

Daily writing prompt
How are you creative?

Most often as I sit at the piano and doodle– try to devise a progression of chords that makes some sort of sense and is maybe even melodic. Other than that, and on rare occasions, I feel like I zero in on what I’m feeling inside as I write in my journal or in here. I could never be a fiction writer– I feel like I have a stunted imagination. Or maybe it’s just a paucity of experiences.

In any event, every once in a while, thoughts and feelings get translated to a page the way I want, almost as if the passage writes itself, words somehow materialize.

The Wrong Tree

I happened to come across a song recently, by The Resistance. Not sure who these folks are, but they’ve come out with a song that nicely summarizes what we’ve been seeing out of the Trump administration since January 20, or really since he took office the first time.

One lyric that resonates is something like “…at least they own the libs…” Owning the libs has bothered me ever since I first heard the phrase. I know that some who claim to be progressives can come across as holier-than-thou and a bit snooty. OK, maybe a lot snooty. And needy, somehow. But to belittle and deride us all is like us doing the same to all conservatives when it’s really the MAGA diehards we’re talking about.

Anyway, I’m having trouble seeing “owning the libs” as a rallying cry, mainly because it’s such a monumental waste of time and energy. What does it say about a movement if their reason for being is simply to run hot about people who care about fairness and living conditions and clean air and water, who trust scientists and doctors and researchers, who find value in education and the arts and free expression and a functioning government?

MAGA is worried about handouts and immigrants desperate for a better life, and trans people. They prefer purity of a sort that fueled an Austrian madman 80-plus years ago. They believe Donald Trump, of all people, is some sort of messenger from God. They love their Jesus but seemingly know little about him. They dream of a designer Christianity used as a weapon, and a nation based on archaic, law-heavy scripture that pre-dated Jesus by multiple centuries. They don’t understand or appreciate the beauty of what we have in our Constitution. They don’t really want to work at forming that more perfect union.

They just want to always have something or someone to gripe about, someone to blame.