Our family is physically separated by 8,711 miles. I thank God daily for the gifts of knowledge, creativity and skill that allow us to connect with one another via the internet. We can send messages, have timely chats and even see each other in real time. Our grandchildren in Australia often join us for a meal; they eat breakfast while we enjoy our evening meal around our respective tables. We are all in a family group on a popular app and until recently this group was set aside for the adults among us, As the grand children are growing the number of phones and devices are also growing. Now we have a family group that includes three preteens which has increased our emoji quotient immensely.
Today I am feeling old, “Down on the Farm.” I woke up with various body parts hurting and realized, I’m not as young as I once was.
There was a tall tree in my yard before I was old enough for school--at least it seemed awfully tall to me. My friend David was a bit older than I and he knew interesting things, like how to climb tall trees. He fascinated me. One day my mother came out of the house because she could no longer see me from the window. She called my name and I hollered back from the tree.
I had a beautiful experience today that took my breath away.
Would you call what happened in Cleveland last night a debate? I wouldn’t. If anything, I would call it a debasement. A degradation of what it means to run for President of this fair nation.