My son is probably ashamed of me, even though he doesn't say it. Instead he says things like "MOM, you are so weird!" "MOM, that is so strange." "MOM! Mom, that makes no sense at all." We're talking about politics of course. Robert loves politics. He knows about policies and people and well...stuff that scares me. I don't trust very many people, especially people running for public office. They say exactly what we want to hear and then deny all of it when they get elected. I'm just tired of trying to figure it out. Now they are interfering with my holiday spirit by being on the news every single night.
I guess what bothers Robert is that I'm not an "informed voter". I don't have the time or energy to investigate each candidate's background and examine their platform or whatever. Even if I care about an issue, like health care, what am I to believe- what they say they will do, or what I know will actually happen? So I find myself reacting to personal impressions and gut instinct, which I know doesn't make sense for an otherwise educated, intelligent person to do. What can I say? I checked one "O" off my list the minute the other "O" came out to support him. Didn't trust him after reading his book, can't stand her. The way another candidate talks bothers me because he seems "shifty eyed". My mother always said liars do that. :) Don't like the mayor. Don't want the womanizer back in the House, even as the assistant. Another man reminds me of "dead fish". Can't help it Robert!! Some people just remind me of animals. (You big cuddly bear!) So...I'm going to do what any weird, strange, unprepared Mom would do. I'm going to listen to my well-informed son for the next ten months and then do what feels right!
On a happier note, my students are all well and we've completed most of our holiday projects. Today they poured their little hearts and hands into making cards for their friends. It was such fun to see them work so hard for the benefit of someone else!! We can all take a lesson from that.
In case of future lapses...you can tell it's winter by how often the Internet is "down". Oh, the joys of satellite!