Hello From My Bubble 🫧🫧

Ironically, I find myself softening when I thought I’d be hardening.

My Wifey reports, she’s “hungover from the high of the hope.” 💔 I’m kind of relieved. That it’s over, I mean. Liberated. There’s nothing to lose when you’ve already lost it.

It didn’t go the way I would’ve preferred but there are some silver linings actually. I lie not.

I woke up the morning after the election and had coffee. Like I always do. Just … no news. Then I went to the piano and played “Groovy Kind of Love.” I don’t know why. I’ve always loved that song. It felt luxurious. Then I put on Steely Dan, made my bed, fluffed the pillows, tidied the kitchen. Those pesky counter crumbs are that much more ubiquitous in the morning light.

Then I put on gardening gloves went in the yard and pulled out everything that wasn’t alive. I did this for hours. I was in such a flow state I didn’t notice this until later. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I scattered Japanese rocks around vine roots. I opened the fire log cover I purchased on Amazon three months ago and fastened it atop of the pile of wood. I got on my hands and knees and toweled off an outdoor rug that’s been rolled up for the last few months while our sagging deck was being rebuilt and laid it on the new planks — pulled the table and chairs onto it.

I brought Beto (the builder) a heaping plate of leftovers from the last night’s gathering. That makes me super happy. I think it made him happy too.

I cracked a lyric I’ve been putting off finishing. I made soup. I was effectively putting my money where my last 2 blogs were: get busy. Surround yourself with that which brings you pleasure and meaning.

If I wasn’t gonna watch the news for a while imagine how more productive I could be. It would give me two more hours every day to get things done here in my Laurel Canyon Bubble — land of the Prius and Tesla. ⬇️⬇️ (I do hope there won’t be any major fires as we’ve already been warned we will not be receiving funds to quell them.)

Our Tesla bumper sticker

Ironically friends have been coming to me for strength. Imagine that. I tell them I’m making lemonade from lemons. And I remind them that they’re not alone. But in darker moments when I can’t keep a brave face these are helpful provisions: ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Otherwise I’m surprisingly OK. My bank account will soar. It already has. Thanks to him.

Listen … other than those who voted to protect their wealth there are a lot of legitimately desperate people in our country who are suffering. I sincerely hope they get relief. I’d feel better about feeling bad if they do. But I have my doubts. Hey, I get it. A jar of olives costs $9.99. Even I have become a Trader Joe’s poster child. But sadly I’m pretty sure he’s not their answer.

Ukraine? Toast. Gaza? Toast. The Supreme Court? Women’s rights?  I can’t even.

My niece says she’ll have to keep her boys away from the TV for fear their president might be fellating another microphone. So much for a role model.

And where were the “women”? Perhaps there were more of them under the management of their husbands than we knew. Still, if one of them has the means and needs to come to our sanctuary city for an … umm procedure … we will have compassion, open our arms and receive them. Because … it’s right.

It will be a nice not having one side be blamed for a while. If he’s in control of it all, he will have to own it. Let’s see what he can do.

My meditation practice has prepared me for events such as this. “Allow and Let Be” is the mantra. Also…”This is how it is NOW.” Tomorrow it can all turn upside down. We can get busy trying to change things and/or get busy within our own lives whatever bubble we may live in. But whatever we do Let’s Get Busy.

This is a democracy and the people have spoken. We’ll survive. I’ve already started. 💜

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Deck almost finished. All we need is the fence. 🫧

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