Oh, I Think So

On Election Night 2016, friends were texting me from all over the country as the polls closed and asking, "What the hell is happening?"  We were all Hillary supporters and we expected her to win easily. And in the perfect world of the popular vote, she won!  In the imperfect world of the Electoral College, she lost and we all know the rest. In the ensuing months, Trump has been ruling in such a way that friends still text me and ask, "What the hell is happening?"  Texts like this have been happening less and less because no one knows what the hell is happening, especially not Trump.   And now we have John Bolton, a dangerous, never-been-in-the military chicken hawk of a man, who will be National Security Advisor.  It's like having the devil on both your shoulders and neither one is Peter Dinklage as the devil in the Super Bowl Doritos commercial, they're both John Bolton and he likes power and he likes talking and he knows how to pander to Trump's...

So last week, I was concentrating so hard on doing the exercises my physical therapist gave me to do that I plum forgot. This week, I have just this.  Why does Jimmy Kimmel need to include humans in his Oscar show?  Of course, by humans I mean non-celebrities.  Last year he trekked a group of tourists through who were on a Hollywood tour.  This week, Kimmel and celebs stopped a preview of "A Wrinkle in Time," so the celebs could make the hoipolloi think they cared.  Personally, DO NOT interrupt a movie I am watching for something as stupid as celebrities.  And while we're at it, don't talk in the movie and, if you can avoid it, do not eat.  My friends who are eat-at-the-cinema types are tidy and quiet chewers.  They know if I say no thanks, I mean no, thanks, no.  And if you're Jimmy Kimmel, wait until the movie is over before you bombard me with humor. Jimmy, I like you very much, you're a good man, very smart, well spoken, and you appre...

I don't know why I still care but I am watching!! See you next week!

The view as you enter Garfield Park Conservatory A war in miniature could break out at any moment!!! Orchids, palms, cacti, elephant ears, living baseballs ready to be appreciated by us This is as good as taking a picture of someone taking a picture. After the conservatory we went to a plant shop and met this fine fellow. We met this fine fellow, too, who enjoyed being carried around by my sister.

When I was a child growing up in Detroit, Lincoln's birthday was a holiday and George Washington's birthday was another holiday and since they were born in the same month, Congress finally decided that everyone was enjoying themselves too much and they combined the two and tossed in every other president and, ta da, Presidents Day. We have had some very good presidents and a few real stinkers and a few who were SOBs and a few who were womanizers or bigots or noble or power hungry or just plain crazy (I'm looking at you Donald "Fake News" Trump).  This weekend we celebrate them all! The best way I can think of to celebrate is by taking advantage of some mighty good sales but I am trying to be frugal so unless I buy a new mattress, there will be no sales being taken advantage of by moi.  I have my annual wellness exam, a/k/a my yearly lube and oil, and a few hours later, I have my eyeball wellness visit where they dilate my pupils and I walk out with those shif...

It snowed.  A lot.  Long story short, this is what it looked like out the window at about five p.m. this evening. I could tell you about my crazy Friday or other crazies but, hey, this is much better.

A couple of weeks ago I was delighted to accompany family to the Women's March to the Polls and from there our personal march to the Art Institute of Chicago.  We saw things and I threw my attention to paintings of food. As long as it's not going bad and getting fuzzy and rancid while you're painting it, food is as good a model as a landscape, probably better.  It rains outside, some cow insists on moving in and bringing her gal pals, that tree decides to just rot and fall over.  Food just sits there like it's waiting for you to bring a fork and tuck in, or pluck some feathers, fire up the oven, cook it up, and voila, it's Sunday dinner.  So the feast for my eyes was food, glorious food.