I've been thinking about The Lovin' Spoonful while creating my paintings "Leap of Faith I & II"
Thought it might be fun to revisit 1965, The Lovin' Spoonful and bring in some light!
And for those of you who are still lost in feelings of grief here's a link
People filled the overflow section of the Davits Center where Hillary Clinton is holding
her election night event in New York City.
Paul Krugman: Our Unknown Country
We still don't know who will win the electoral college, although as I write this
it looks -- incredibly, horribly -- as if the odds now favor Donald J. Trump.
What we do know is that people like me, and probably like most readers of
The New York Times, truly didn't understand the country we live in.
We thought that our fellow citizens would not, in the end, vote for a
candidate so manifestly unqualified for high office, so temperamentally
unsound, so scary yet ludicrous.
We thought that the nation, while far from having transcended racial
prejudice and misogyny, had become vastly more open and tolerant over time.
We thought that the great majority of Americans valued democratic norms
and the rule of law.
It turns out that we were wrong. There turn out to be a huge number of
people -- white people, living mainly in rural areas -- who don't share
at all our idea of what America is about. for them, it is about blood and soil,
about traditional patriarchy and racial hierarchy. And there were many other
people who might not share those anti-democratic values, but who nonetheless
were willing to vote for anyone bearing the Republican label.
I don't know how we go forward from here. Is America a failed state and
society? It looks truly possible. I guess we have to pick ourselves up and
try to find a way forward, but this has been a night of terrible revelations,
and I don't think it's self-indulgent to feel quite a lot of despair.
David Brooks- LET'S NOT DO THIS AGAIN
A little about Monte: My step mom had picked him up from a litter when he was just a little ball of white cottony fur. The most heart melting, adorable ball you could have ever seen in your life maybe! He lived an amazing doggy life, roaming freely, he loved to adventure playing as often as he could in the water, mud, and his all time favorite poop piles. I will never forget upon every arrival, his whole body wiggling with excitement to greet new and old friends. Then his sad and concerned face as he sat in the middle of the driveway and watched you leave, every time, in your review mirror. He was possibly the most loving and kind soul who only ever cared to be by your side, and hoped you might throw his ball one more time. With age, his hips had gotten worse, and soon he wouldn't even get up to eat. We knew it was his time. Monte passed in the last days of September of this year, laying comfortably in his bed on the porch, on an exceptionally beautiful fall day, with all his loving family near to wish him luck on his way.
