Stormy...

Weather, woman, politics, mood.

This photo was from earlier this evening, as I arrived home, feeling some distinct, fat drops of rain during my walk, hoping I could beat the anticipated deluge. Then, once home, rushing out to plant a few stray peas from yesterday before losing the last light, now hoping for the precipitation. (It didn't come, after all. We had a record warm day, but the storms passed just south. And now no rain forecast for ten days, which does not bode so well for the peas, or any of the other plants.)

The tagline also works for an unprecedented national news event from earlier this week. I am so tired of that man.

Apt as well for my mood upon watching the news and learning of the expulsion in Tennessee of two legislators and attempt against a third by a bullying supermajority who disagree with the ousted on sensible gun control. The divide in this country seems so vast at times, unbridgeable. But that cannot be. So then I stop and wonder whether my positions are hardened by echoes bouncing off a chamber, and try more concertedly to listen for other perspectives.  That would seem to be the civil thing to do. Now if only politicians could feel less threatened, less entitled, less entrenched, and afford each other the same courtesies and find the common ground and move us all just a little bit farther along the arc of history.

With that said, I have a girls' trip coming up. And I never have been to Nashville, nor Memphis, and Nashville's got such a reputation for being a fun women's weekend destination. We decided on someplace else instead. With tonight's developments, I am glad not to spend any money in Tennessee.

[Edited to completion April 7, 2023.]