These days I’m suffering with simmering disquietude nearly all the time. I know you know why… the world, our country. I feel as if I must return to biting my nails or stuff a fist in my mouth to suppress a scream worthy of a B-Actress in a bad horror film, due to the reality shoved down our throats by the Prez’s capricous choas and cruelty. His thin-skinned pettiness that his minions enable and applaud. Consider this: https://www.theatlantic.com/national-security/archive/2025/07/james-clapper-cia-dog-trump/683575/?utm_campaign=trumps-return&utm_content=20250718&utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_term=Trump%27s+Return
Our country is going to the dogs, but not in a good way.
My salvation: being cared for by a quietly competent, enduringly capable man who shares my views, holds my hand, and assures me that all is well in our world, our hearts full of mercy for all mankind. Complemented by an endlessly happy dog who scampers after my husband wherever he goes. Few things rival the joy of summer: basking in the sun, lathered in sunscreen, getting lost in a good book, and sipping something ice-cold. Our proximity to the ocean assures cool breezes and the arid air assures no bugs. We can afford the ever-rising prices of groceries each week and our small garden’s produce is steps from our door… Sometimes I feel contrite for having all of this while others nearby fret and fear.
But nothing breaks the vibe faster than a bad headline, which happens almost hourly under the current regime.
A mediating strategy has evolved: I’ve determined something meaningful to do, an antidote to my anxiety, mirrored and magnified in barrio neighborhoods. Via our gardener, who’s become a friend, we’ve learned of two families who are struggling with money matters and the free-floating fear that ICE ignites, no matter that the parents are documented and the children are birthright. With a list we are shopping for food and staples, boxing, and delivering the goods to the families along with our love and support. The Prez has power to thwart many things, to jail innocents, and spread evil via the airways. But he can’t kill our spirits, our faith, and our freedom to be and do who we need.
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