THINKING CAN DECIMATE YOUR EQUILIBRIUM
There’s a reason why I don’t always want to write about the things that make me crazy. First of, they are things that make me crazy and I figure I’m crazy enough without working at it. Also, there is so much wrong with this world. Just thinking about the environment is enough to send me into spirals of despair.
Thinking about the Orangeman makes my acid reflux go into overdrive. Thinking about this epidemic that seems unlikely to go away anytime in my lifetime. Or, for that matter, trying to figure out how to replace our boiler and repair the rotting back door … and somehow figure out how to pay my mortgage too. Because the money has to come from somewhere, so it looks like it’s coming out of my mortgage. I don’t have any other choice.
As it stands, I can get a boiler OR I can fix the rotting door, but not both.Really, there is no choice. You can’t live through a winter here without heat, at least not at our ages. I’m not sure anyone could live in New England in the winter without heat.
I spent all day answering calls from plumbers who might be willing to install a boiler or heating unit for us. We don’t have natural gas in this area. It has never been piped in and considering that one of the gas companies blew up a pretty large town in the north of this state a couple of years ago, I’m not sure I want natural gas anyway. But we could get a propane heating unit. Propane was standard in Israel for heat. You had big canisters alongside the house and got them changed as needed. And propane is MUCH less likely to blow up a whole town.
Two different natural gas companies blew up Lawrence, then a different company blew up another town right near Lawrence. It was huge news and terrifying to see on TV. There were pictures of who houses just blowing and bursting into flames. A few people died and most others managed to get out, but many are STILL homeless. Insurance companies hate paying for the errors of other companies. Mainly, they just don’t like paying money out. They LOVE collecting it.
I believe the courts finally ordered them to pay everyone and they are NOT allowed to go into bankruptcy to avoid paying. We’ll see how that goes. Apparently they hadn’t replaced or checked the pipes for years before the explosions started. So propane works for me, assuming it falls into the affordable range, whatever that is for us.
Then I think of Trump. I think about Gordon Gecko. I think of Mitch McConell and Lindsey Graham. I think of all those GOP rich, white pols. I get instantly depressed and try to think about something else. Sometimes, I’m so mad I have to write something, but occasional a little romp with Duke and some television does the job. Baking helps too.
I need more humor. It can be hard to find. Then I wonder if I can convince people that voting really DOES matter, even if the person you are voting for was not your first choice. To let Orangeman run another term will turn this country into something else, but nothing that I want to live in. Sadly, I’m too old to migrate anywhere and who would want us anyway? THEN I worry whether even if we win, how we’ll get Orangeman out of the White House? I would prefer handcuffs or a straight-jacket, but any old way will work form me.
I read an article this morning that said that unless many more people vote (as they did in 2018) we might get HIM back. That idea ruined my day — which had barely begun!