I’m up to here with politics. There’s a reason I loath the entire industry (and it is an INDUSTRY, a money-making enterprise, don’t ever forget that.) This year exemplifies it with a row of neon exclamation points.
Given the downward spiral we’re witnessing, I’m struggling to keep separate the election itself, and the atrocities that ensued in its aftermath. I hold Donald Trump accountable for the things he’s done, the things he’s incited, and the things he is planning to do. However, I cannot give him all of the power. His grimy self wouldn’t have gotten through the primaries had he not peeled back the scab off a cesspool of humanity that was always with us. He didn’t make the idiots bigoted. Trump simply plastered them with a thin veneer of acceptance, which was all they needed to burst free and befoul the planet again.
The South said it would rise again. A while back, I wrote another treatise on how the southern mentality of elitism and entitlement was surging upward again. I think it’s one of many posts that bit the dust when my page crashed.
Only about 18 percent of eligible voters contributed to Trump’s victory, but it was a critical 18 percent. I don’t know how much of his win was due to Clinton supporters thinking their candidate had it in the bag, and how much was due to the mass exit of Dems and Independents on the heels of spring’s rigged and demeaning primary elections. It’s a moot point now. All we can do it try to cobble a life together while dealing with the madman and his cronies in charge. I may not live to see the end of his regime, but I have children and grandchildren who will have to deal with his administration, now and for generations to come. I have to try and raise my voice for them.
There’s one bit of karma I think we need to expect. Trump assumes he’ll take the reins and run with things like he runs his businesses. There’s a wee bit of difference in running a nation into the ground. I hope his GOP cronies are horrified enough to stop him before he initiates WW III, but I’m not holding my breath. I don’t think any of them can forestall a Civil War indefinitely. That might be a good thing. War is not a good thing, I don’t mean that. However, it is sometimes the only way to wipe the slate clean.
EDITED: I just went back through and re-read the brief remaining entries in this blog, and realized I didn’t ever post any of the semi-finished photos. We’re not done – our kitchen is still missing the pulls on a couple of drawers, we still don’t have baseboards, and God knows there are still boxes up the wazoo. However, I figured I’d pull together a few more photos from the process. We now have a stove and full size fridge, but no photos of them yet, for example. The kitchen table is stacked with stuff that I haven’t yet decided whether to keep, sell, or give away.
This is our living room, looking out from the kitchen. The flooring is vinyl – we took a hard look at the viability of laminate (along with cost to install and other issues) and opted out of it. I love my vinyl flooring though. It frankly feels, looks, and even sounds like wood since it’s sitting atop a wood sub-floor.
We decided to go with “tuxedo” cabinets, the dark-and-light option. I’m very happy with how it turned out. While this doesn’t show it, we’ve since added brushed nickel handles to the cabinetry, a stove, fridge, and the same wood-look vinyl floor as in the living room.
Yeesh, I really need to update. This was before we hung the light fixture or the mirror. They’re both up now. Hubby did a variation of board-and batten on the walls to disguise the paneling seams. Ironically, we actually had to add paneling to the bathroom to make this work. The wallpapered wallboard was a joke.
We also ended up having to replace the commode, which it turned out had a cracked tank. I can’t say I’m sorry. Not sure I could’ve ever gotten the original clean, plus the new one is super efficient. We did the base cabinets the same dark blue as the kitchen. And they’re still nekkid of handles, because reasons. The handles were my project but my body has been kicking my ass. Only this week it’s worse. I’m hobbling around on a walker like an old fart, because the foot apparently wasn’t enough: the knee went south again in a big way. Bleh!
I need to take more photos. We have curtains up in all but the spare bedroom (which is currently being used for tool storage anyway.) The floor is down throughout. We have furniture, albeit the sofa ain’t happening. The budget gave up the ghost before we could get it, thanks to a busted tooth and a busted car. Either one of them was enough to eat up the budget for the sofa. Put ’em both together and that puppy is gonna have to wait a while. Oh well. We have Internet and TV, and a roof over our heads, at least for the moment.
I did my first mystery shopper jobs this week. It literally cost me more for the gas than I made from them, but I needed to get something under my belt asap. The jobs are always posted at the end of the month for the following month, and the end of last month I couldn’t even get online and apply. It simply wasn’t going to happen. I can only hope and pray we can hang in there for a couple of more months. The Universe tends to supply just when we hit panic mode. That already happened this month, so I’m hoping for more of the same next month. It’s what it is, because nothing I could do would make this livable any faster