Sure is good to be seein’ red again. I felt a weight that I didn’t know I had been carrying fall off me this morning as I read of the good news. It’s so funny, the headlines on major news sources. They sure don’t waste much time pointing out that he’s a convicted felon, or any other number of half truths. It makes me sick, and why I don’t read or watch the news. You never know what you can believe.
Facebook is zero fun today, as well. Both sides are showing their ugly faces and I just had to disconnect.
Everybody knows my pick, anyway: Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes.
And my dog.

So I’d been in high spirits all morning, then I got a Facebook notification as a reminder to check my memories. I did so, and there it was, my favorite person in the world has been gone for three years. I knew it, I’ve been preparing for this day for a couple of weeks now, but with the excitement from the election, it escaped my foremost thoughts. So I had to sit here and cry a minute, as I remembered.
But all hope is not lost. I had him for a long time. I soaked up his wise words, and his sometimes hurtful ones as well. He just tried to make me tough. And I guess it worked. I cry over less now than ever. It seems it’s just not worth the energy, and plus, it makes my eyes puffy and my mind foggy. And no amount of tears will bring him back. I wouldn’t want to, anyway. Not to this world, not to this pain.
Is it a coincidence we’ve beat Alabama twice since he’s been in Heaven, and that Trump has been reelected?
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I’ll leave that for y’all to decide.

I was sitting here reflecting that today is the only day I’ve not had something going on, besides work, in a week. I was looking forward to going home and snuggling my dog.
And then Christy text, wanting to know if I had supper plans.
Le sigh.
I haven’t been able to hang out with the Finchums in over a month for one reason or another. And she asks so nice. Of course I have plans, I have plans to eat.
“No, but I didn’t eat lunch till 2:30, so I’m not sure I’ll even eat supper,” I replied, giving myself an out in case she wanted Mexican.
She says they’re not eating for a couple more hours and Lindsey wanted to share something with me about a job opportunity. Well, of course I must hear the good’ns news. I promised to come visit, even if I didn’t eat.

I walked through the threshold at ten till six and barely got in the door when greeted by Christy, hugging my neck off. “I have missed you so much!” she exclaimed, her eyes bright and a big smile stretched across her face.
And you know what? I believed her. I felt the love radiating from her.
And so I settled into my customary corner of the couch, and prepared to be inundated with all the news.
And good news it was, on the whole. As expected.
They’d already eaten supper, shocker, but offered me a tater. I opted instead for one of the Reese’s cups I saw scattered on the table as I came in. ONE.
Lindsey showed me her new Christmas tree, and all the settings of lights it boasted. I’m needing a new tree, and I liked this one a lot. I need something to suit my mood and this would fit the bill. The branches were made of a more durable rubbery substance instead of that typical thin-as-paper pine plastic needle crap that sheds like a Siberian Huskey.

Once home, I braved Facebook again, for the final time. A mistake, to be sure. Why do people think they need to express their opinion? I believe the world was a better place when we kept our religious and political beliefs to ourselves. I don’t NEED to know who my neighbor or customers vote for. We’re not changing anybody’s stance, all we’re doing is continuing to hurt people we actually CARE about by the name calling and saying they must believe in this or that, because that’s the candidate they supported.
Nobody is saying we agree with everything their candidate of choice says. NOBODY. We’re just picking our poison. You decide which issues are most important to you, and then you base your decision with the candidate whose views most align with your own. This is not a difficult concept to grasp. Just because your best friend thinks ketchup goes on steak doesn’t mean you have to go along with that and eat ketchup on your steak. You can’t agree on everything with everybody. Just do the best you can. It’s called the high road, keeping your mouth shut when you have the option to say something. Just don’t. The great Mark Twain once said, “It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.”