Jeepers, I didn't post anything in May. I suppose it's just been super busy around here with the end of the school year and a vacation as well as three huge projects wrapped up yesterday. The news and this election is draining me. I'm actively trying to tune it out a little more than usual. I'm not in any way advocating apathy, but I physically can't walk around mad at the world and in disbelief about the rift I feel between the two opposing opinions all the time. Sometimes I wonder how we are all going to be able to actually cope with living next to each other with such diametrically opposed views, it just feels irreconcilable these days. I'm trying to limit it to a little NPR in the morning and a little Maddow in the eve but of course I'm on the internet reading all day. I'm genuinely surprised when I find out someone I like (but don't really know very well yet) is on the other side. I try to justify and see why they think what they do and lately it's getting harder and harder. I just can't reason it out in my mind.
I know it's dangerous to see things so one sided. I know it's good to be pliable and accept a compromise, I just don't think I can this election cycle. The differences feel too great.
Civil rights are human rights.
Violence is bad.
Help people who ask.
This doesn't seem like things that should ever be up for debate.
I took the day off work and we went to the beach today. I opted for no sunscreen on my legs and cheerfully laid myself out basking in the sun while the kids buried themselves in sand and splashed in the cold lake water. I didn't bring my phone down, for fear of sand in the cracks and so when it seemed like we'd been there awhile I flipped over and pinked up the back of my legs about as equally as the front. Then it seemed, all at once, we were all starving so we left and went to McDonalds.
I never figured out people who bring their whole living room out to the beach. The chairs, the electronics, the snack cooler, the drink cooler, the entire medicine chest with all the sunscreens, the beach blanket, the towels, the flippers and flotations and goggles, the life-jackets and pails and shovels and squirt toys and sand toys and it takes three trips to the car to get it all down there. Then there's the preparation of the children, taking a full half hour to apply all the things to the kids before one drop of water has even reached a toe. I just don't have that kid of time or patience, plus the sand is hot and I like to get my feet into that water right away.
Today, I watched a mom apply sunscreen, then a swim shirt and a life-jacket, swim wings, water shoes, and a hat to her four year old son. He looked like a kid in a snow suit who couldn't put his arms down waddling out into three inches of cold lake water before his mom screeched "Your goggles!" He turned and waddled back and when she stretched the rubber ribbon over his head and let the goggles snap back into his face with a smack noise, I held in a sinful giggle and was glad for the camouflage of my big sunglasses . The kid plopped down on the beach and cried about his face, rightfully so, it sounded like it hurt. I secretly wished his mom would calm the hell down before grabbing my towel and one sunscreen and yelling to the kids it was time to go. They put their flip flops on and we went out to the car where I showed them how to hold up a towel in between the car doors for each other while one brushes the sand of their bum and gets dry unders on.
It all made me feel smug and free and easy. We seemed like the cool kids on the beach, aloof and un-tethered, squatting to check out the soft-shelled turtles and roughhousing with each other. I didn't take a single picture. Not a single "cheese" was uttered until I asked for some on my burger at McDonalds later... and yet here I sit recording the events of the day. sigh.