I want to clarify from yesterday's post that Colin's pose is for the benefit of the picture, not because he really was an angry preteen . . . at that moment.
So today it has warmed up a bit which ought to be lovely, but is making my sinuses hurt. While Brent was home for lunch I watched a movie with a blanket over my head -- that kind of hurt. Preschooler D is eating from a large bag of Cheetos and watching an endless loop of cartoons. It's not our finest hour.
I did manage to vote this morning and, although I did not vote socialist, I kind of like this poem.
Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket
From General William Booth Enters into Heaven, and Other Poems (1919)
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Man is a curious brute — he pets his fancies —
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, tho’ law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.