And not just in the guise of daylight saving time ending; the election — God help us — is Tuesday. Welcome to a double whammy, boys and girls; the old one-two punch.
Granted, the harsh effects of daylight saving time last months rather than years, but we (meaning I) still resent the shorter days and diminished sunlight. Yet we (meaning you) quietly acquiesce. We simply put our heads down and muscle through the dispiriting circumstances with stoic forbearance, knowing it will end and life will carry on. It isn’t gladsome, it’s reality. And we’re all in the same boat.
Let’s app
ly similar fortitude to the election, okay? We’re apprehensive, of course, practically in a cold sweat over the outcome, but this is America. We’ll be fine. We persevered through the Civil War, through Nixon and Warren G. Harding, Joseph McCarthy and J. Edgar Hoover. And let’s not forget the dark days of Prohibition, the Depression, bell bottoms, and mullets. They’re history, we’re not.
So, chin up, we’ll get through this nightmare, too. It’s one election, after all, a hiccup in the grand scheme of things. Now, let’s join hands and sing. Ready? (cough, cough, ahem)
‘The sun’ll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There’ll be sun
Just thinkin’ about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
‘Til there’s none
When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray and lonely
I just stick up my chin and say,
Oh
The sun’ll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow
You’re always a day awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Yeah, I know, too schmaltzy. But it was the best I could do considering I’m worn to a frazzle by the damn move. Do me a favor: if I mention moving again, have me committed. PDQ.
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9 responses to “: darkness approaches :”
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Moving can be very stressful, probably puts all the rest of it into perspective for you. From the land of Brexit, fingers crossed for your own big vote …
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Moving is a flipping nightmare and, coincidentally, it’s the subject of my next post. You see, I’m trying to ignore the election, the election coverage, television, radio, and Internet. How did you get through all the Brexit nonsense? I need some tips.
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Wish I had some! One minute we were OK and the next minute we weren’t. I also am retreating into my own little thing, to emerge shortly with the answer to everything!
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See, that’s what I’m afraid of. I think we’re okay, but scared we’re not. So I’ll just stick my thumbs in my ears and hum until, oh, Easter. Maybe the 4th of July. Or 2020.
Hurry up with your answer, will you?
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COULD BE A LONG HAUL … oh, sorry, thought I had to shout … er, as you say in your post, there’s been bad things in history. We had to put up with terrible things in the 1970s, like tank tops and wide lapels …
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Just so :o)
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If you mention what again…?
HAH!
Almost made you do it.
And the thought of you in the little red dress and white curly blonde hair just doesn’t jibe…
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I was this close, th-i-i-i-i-i-s close. Nice one.
And what do you mean it doesn’t jibe? I sing. I’m sort of a cross between Little Orphan Annie, Pollyanna, and Ethel Merman — with just a touch of Ma Barker.
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