So, it's seven thirty and I'm unattached this particular V-Day. The guy I wouldn't have minded asking me out didn't, and two whom I'm not interested in romantically did. However, I'm having a very tasty supper (grilled bison, steamed broccoli, mixed green salad with vinaigrette) and a really nice Pinot Noir (Arcadian, 2000 - heard about it on the
GrapeRadio podcast). Plus, an old flame sent me a very sweet e-mail: "Roses are red. Violets are blue. All my base are belong to you."
I had to look it up. It's funny in context.
Anyway, it's a relaxed, feet up on the coffee table time. I have a TiVo'd episode of
Grey's Anatomy which is a fun show for me. I resemble one of the doctors physically, have a personal history much like a second, and a personality similar to a third.
But as I think about the direction of our country and its politics, I feel curiously optimistic. After 2004 I was tempted to move to Israel, but now I think that would have been foolish. I suppose I perceive the air slowly deflating from the Republican balloon, and that heartens me.
And that feels good. So thanks, fellow Kossacks, from a newcomer to the community here.
On my CD changer, there's a great old Harry Chapin song playing - "A Quiet Little Love Affair". And that seems to be the best Valentine's gift of all. Even though the company of an actual flesh and blood companion eludes me this particular year, I'm still crazy in love with this country.
XOX America.