Doing a lot of reading. But also some grieving and reflection and community.
Reached out to the folks I know who will be most potentially negatively impacted and are politically aware and know enough to be grappling with very real fears to let them know I see them and am holding them close in my heart. (In case you aren't as aware, here are some of the things people are thinking about. If you know anyone who might have similar concerns, consider reaching out to them.)
Many people aren't aware. People in my family--who voted to take away my health care and their own healthcare as people with preexisting conditions; who voted to take away our safety net if disability strikes us down (as it does 25% of people in the U.S. at some point); who voted to take away our retirement savings through social security; who voted for polluted air and water, unregulated medications, and getting rid of special ed; who voted for me to be less safe and healthy; who voted for their neighbors to be rounded up and put in camps and deported; who voted to prevent people from having the same opportunities as our ancestors to immigrate and naturalize and have children who are automatically citizens; who voted to break apart families and take away citizenship; who voted to take away the rights of people I love; who voted to take away their own rights and their daughter's rights; who voted for more taxes for the poor via tariffs and lower taxes for the rich and higher deficits and national debt; who voted for the rich to get richer and the poor to get poorer, who voted to weaken democracy, who voted against religious freedom, who voted for the next generations to have fewer rights and and some to have less respect than recent generations--don't know what they really voted for. That's what I hope, anyway. That they didn't vote for these things fully aware that's what they were voting for. But the thing is, they voted for it regardless.
I got out the comfort hot chocolate with the fancy sweet chestnut marshmallow not once but twice this week. The mortality mug did its best to help.
I spent some good time on the couch napping in the sun.
Then I went out to the Museum that I thought was a natural history museum but was not, in fact a natural history museum. My museum at home (Minneapolis Institute of Arts) has both paintings and cultural artifacts. Here, the Art Gallery of Ontario is where the paintings and some of the more artistic metal things are. The Royal Ontario Museum is the cultural artifacts place. It has, by far, the most interesting subway station of the ones I've seen here. No, of course I don't have pictures of the subway station.
If you thought the tacky lamp from a Christmas Story was fun, check out these ancient versions.
And for the afternoon snack: another DaanGo cake.
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