A Ray of Light?

Oof, sorry about the buzzkill that was my last blog post. I was not feeling good that day, not that I'm that more upbeat today. I mean, we're still living under the Trump regime. How much happier could I get?

I hope there's a day in the future where we can just say, "Wow, what a relief we survived THAT! What the heck was THAT about?! We lost our minds for [??] years."

Do we have to live through some of the darkest years in American history in order to emerge into the light and a better future? Or am I delusional. All I know is I can't cave in to despair, particularly when our president is such a buffoon. (On the other hand, his buffoonery could get us into trouble if there aren't any adults in the room to reign in his worst implulses. For example, need I reiterate how batshit crazy this "take over Greenland" nonsense is?).

After my lowpoint on Thursday morning, spending far too much time doomscrolling, I had a nice late afternoon and evening. I went to the Michigan State women's basketball game with my brother-in-law Michael. I had some time to kill before I met him at his house, so I popped into a new(ish) bookstore called Hooked. I had bought a book there a few years ago (Christopher Isherwood's Goodbye to Berlin. I highly recommend). This time, I found Joan Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem, which I've wanted to read since I read her essay collection The White Album in 2024. I think if I like this essay collection, I'll have to try one of her novels.

After my brief bookstore excursion, Michael and I met up and had food and beers at Harrison Roadhouse, a great place to stop before or after any sporting event at Breslin Center. I always enjoy talking to Michael because we have quite a bit in common.

The basketball game was exciting. Though MSU was sloppy, they did enough to win, 73-71. It was just the diversion I needed. 

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