Well, my little experiment seems to be working. Ever since I decided to tune out on politics for a while, it’s as if a two-ton boulder had been lifted from my chest.
Thankfully, no matter what’s going on in the world – no matter how much mischief we humans manage to make, how much pain we inflict on ourselves and each other – fall still comes ‘round each year, like a stubborn suitor determined to woo us right out of our nasty mood.
Where were you when the storm hit? You know the one: It whirled up out of the blue (literally, the sky was blue five minutes before) and roared through our local neighborhoods, ripping up trees, snapping power lines, exploding transformers and wreaking all manner of miscellaneous havoc. That storm.
My family and I just spent a week in California. My father-in-law was celebrating his 90th birthday, and despite vigorous protests on his part, our West Coast relatives insisted on throwing a big shindig.