Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go?
I’m still reading Carl Sandburg’s big book of Abraham Lincoln. I’ve no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not for Abraham Lincoln. An incredibly well-written book, an enjoyable read, for which I am grateful because otherwise, I’d never get through so thick a volume. What I think, in today’s political climate, is that every person must become their own fact-checker with regard to matters of politics. I think every person interested in having an opinion ought to take the time to have an educated and informed one. Some would have you believe that all this in-fighting and discord and divisiveness in American politics is a new invention when it most certainly is no such thing. “In religion and politics, people’s beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at secondhand and without examination.” – Mark Twain.
I’ve also been reading from a poetry book or two, which reminded me of the poem “Give All to Love” by Ralph Waldo Emerson. This poem contains one of my favorite lines, quotes, “When half-gods go, the gods arrive.”
The entirety of the poem is lovely but isn’t that the most beautiful line? I’ve always thought so. ‘Tis a line worthy of contemplation.
I feel as though I’ve been incredibly busy, though I couldn’t say doing what. Having exited all social media I’ve been considerably less stressed, in general. I’ve been feeding a very skinny, however beautiful, stray cat, as have a couple of other neighbors. It seems to have adopted us all. I think I’ve finally managed to plant some flowers around our patio that may live. The heat these last few weeks of summer was just killing every plant that wasn’t pretty well established, or in the shade. I was thinking about how Lincoln, at fifty-one, thought of himself as an old man, and how that kind of thinking about age has changed somewhat as people have been living longer. But, I wonder, and think, it is generally an individual matter. Some folks are “old” at thirty-five, and some are younger than ever at seventy-five. That said, I decided I don’t think I’m too old to still be coloring my hair very blonde. I let it go completely back to its natural-got-a-lot-of-grey-in-it-now color last year because I wanted to see what I “really” look like and now what I feel like is that I’ve seen that, and it didn’t look like me. Perhaps when it all goes grey it will look like I’m feeling but I thought it looked too dark and kind of lifeless. Stay rad, stay rockin’, I say, for as long as you want to, for as long as you can. I’ve got my eye on some L’Artiste booties and pumps because I’m ready for dressing for the Autumn season. I wore jeans for a while today for the first time since May. Summer clothes become dull after a while, especially when one is busy gardening and painting and doing summer chores. Not much call for accessorizing shorts and a t-shirt when it’s a hundred and two degrees outside. Recently I’m feeling that having arrived at this level of… maturity, I’ve license to be as stylish as I care to be. By mid-September, the temperature is supposed to drop down into the high 80s and that is cardigan weather. (No, it really isn’t cardigan weather. Soon though. Soon! ) I made a delicious cucumber salad the other day. I also grilled a nice Salmon fillet with a wonderful horseradish and peppercorn crust. This fall and winter, I’m hoping to try my hand at a cobbler, some homemade cinnamon rolls, and a big homemade chicken pot pie. I’ve been taking time to savor things, the wonderful simplicity of toast with jam, for example. Taking time to watch the sunset, to look at the stars, to appreciate the good things in life. Drift and dream some. Though I’m probably not done writing books just yet either.
Summer is drawing to a close. September awaits. “When half-gods go, the gods arrive.” -Emerson
There’s probably still time to have watermelon once more before the summer is quite over…