I have a couple of things to talk about here today. It’s Monday, August 27, 2018 and with just 4 more days of August ahead of us I am beginning to look toward September; the arrival of cooler temperatures to Maine, fall festivals and agricultural fairs, the leaves beginning to turn colors and yes, the annual return to wearing flannel shirts and work boots. Fall or Autumn is my most favorite time of year.
I noticed yesterday that the lawns and tree leaves were now reflecting that “mature” darker green in their preparation to begin the colorful yearly die-off; getting naked for winter. It’s around this time of year that I get mums for the fall, to display on my front steps and in the garden. It’s really the only true annual flowering plant that I do invest in every year. They’re hardy, kind of impervious to the vast temperature flux of our September and October days, and they last a good long time. I like the bright yellow, orange, lavender and brick read colors too, they’re different from the brilliant summer blooms of other plants. So, this weekend I will hit Lowe’s and get probably 12 of them and create my fall display outside. Oh! And I have homegrown pumpkins from my garden! It’s been a banner garden year.
Sen. John McCain’s death
America lost a truly great politician a couple of days ago. We knew it was coming, and with his refusal of all treatment the day before we understood the time was near. The next news was his passing at 4:28 pm with his family and close friends at his bedside. It was a sad point when the newscaster came across with “Breaking News” of his death. I stopped for a minute, remembered how cantankerous and incorrigible McCain could be, but then also remembered how brave and courageous he was too. I didn’t always agree with his politics, but I always agreed with his patriotism and with that love of country that the man had in him. I always respected him from a military point; he was a pilot with the US Navy and was shot down and became a POW. During his detention he suffered brutally at the hands of the Vietnamese, often beaten and tortured horribly on a daily basis. THAT is some bad ass shit to live through, and yet he did and spoke of it often. It was no secret that he had witnessed or experienced directly some pretty fucked up stuff. And yet, his love of country got him through it and gave us a well-rounded man of honor that served his country for 60 years altogether. Yeah, John, you did good. Now rest. We got it from here.
I won’t forget how he was staunchly against Trump’s rhetoric and evil policy bullshit. I won’t forget the photos of him returning, a mess, from Vietnam. I won’t forget that he is the father of Megan McCain, a lesbian woman, and yet he did not support same-sex marriage or civil unions, yet he was endorsed by the Log Cabin Republicans, who supported both. I often wonder how Megan feels about her father’s lack of supportive position? McCain was a Liberlist Conservative. Voting conservatively about 60% of the time and more liberal leaning about 40% of the time. He often voted with Obama, which was a good thing. Now Obama and Bush 43 will be giving the eulogies at his funeral. Appropriate.
I am imagining it will be a HUGE television event, watched by millions here and around the world. THAT will just serve to piss on #45 and could instigate him to do something stupid or bombastic just to re-focus attention on himself. #45 is an egotistical fuck and cannot stand to be upstaged. I can hear his stupid ass saying “…fucking McCain! What kind of man is he? Dying in the middle of MY precious news coverage extravaganza?” yup, he’s crying in his koolaid about now.
I only wish that we had MORE men in our political system, specifically the Senate and House, that had the balls and fortitude of John McCain. #45 wouldn’t stand a chance. He’s afraid of REAL men and women; those who talk back, question him, tell him he’s wrong and call him out on his crimes. It’s pathetic and makes me sick that almost ALL of the current office holders in our government don’t have the guts to stand up to #45.
I am now calling him “#45” instead of his given name. He’s just a number. He’s a bad number, playing a horrible game with the USA and the rest of the world. After he’s gone we will right things once again and his memory will fade, he’s just a number now and will be just another stupid number in the future. He was put into our highest political office fraudulently; through the use of criminal activity, Russian influence, voting interference and black money. He will NEVER be remembered for anything “good” but only as the worst thing we ever allowed to happen to America. And yes, we allowed him to take office. MOST voting eligible citizens of our country did NOT even vote in the last presidential election in 2016.
My Weed Plant
…is growing like a WEED! Bwhahaha! I laugh! Yes, it’s kind of amazing, the plant has broken the 6′ height mark and is thriving. I am going to build a hot house around it this weekend. Two reasons: security and maximum growth. Hilda is in the stage of white hairs appearing, the hint of buds coming, and just getting fatter by the day. I’ve learned a LOT from this experience of growing marijuana plants. I’m very interested now in furthering that experience by starting a hydroponic grow in my back room / zen room. Once I procure the necessary eqipment and set it up properly I’m going to give indoor growing a shot. I have not yet decided what I am going to DO with all this weed, whether I leave it as flower or make it into edibles and dabs. We shall see; the research is not complete.
Missing my girl
It’s been about a week and a half since my girl left to return to her home in Texas. Fuck. I miss her wicked bad. But, life must go on, and get back to some sembelance of “normal” for both of us. She has her life, work and a business there, and I have my own set of responsibilities here. Long distance relationships are difficult at very best. We both “get” this completely. We’re not fooled by any of it. Relegated to messenger, phone calls and the sporadic Skype-a-thon we’re making it work. I even get to see her little girl when we Skype on the weekend mornings.
We have photos and shared Google albums, but there isn’t anything that compares to real time spent together. I look forward to her next in-person visit, hopefully in mid-October. And in January, when I can travel once again, perhaps I’ll venture to Texas at some point while it’s cold and snowy here in Maine. All I know is that I can’t spend enough time with this woman and with that in mind I’ll do whatever I am able to do to see her whenever possible. When we are together I want to keep her within three feet of me at all times! RAWRRRR…damn.
Ok, I’m off to work on some photo books and other crafty stuff today. Hope you are all doing well.
Answer this in the comments: How do you manage distance in a relationship? If you live with your lover, how do you manage space and alone time?
Peace ~ MB