Sometimes my mind goes to places that may be memories and maybe made up. Like this morning a cup of tea took me to Dale Brocker’s house. When we were in 3rd and 4th grade we walked to school together. It became a ritual. Before we actually started our four block hike her grandmother would make us sweet hot tea and milk. I have no idea what kind of tea it was but I have never been able to replicate the delicious taste.
So last night was the Republican/Trump debate. It was certainly not a debate. A debate requires listening as well as blurting. There was no listening because all the candidates were desperate to be heard. It reminded me of Friday night dinner at Aunt Sophie’s. Four sisters and Four husbands all talking at once. When I met David he would say, “why are you yelling at me?” and of course I had no idea that I was yelling. It was just how we talked in order to be heard.
A good friend and colleague texted me during the debate and asked me who was doing the best. There was no “best”, but if someone held me down and threatened to pull my fingernails off, I would say that the people who were at least memorable were Carly Fiorina and Marco Rubio. Now there’s a Presidential ticket. It is possible for them both to implode. But last night they did what any person who wants people to listen, should do. They gave personal examples. Their rhetoric was studied and controlled but not impersonal.
Carly and Iris have nothing in common. We probably don’t agree on any issue. But she did say something that Democratic women have been saying for a long time. She said that, “Women are not a special interest group. We are 51% of the population.” As with most of us who have worked on “issues of concern to women”, we know that war, the economy, health, education, and pets are all women’s issues. That is to say, everything that touches our lives is a women’s issue.
So what does any of this have to do with tea at Dale Brockers? I’ll get back to that. But for right now there needs to be comment about the other people on the stage. It’s hard to think of them as “candidates”. Donald Trump may become the nominee, thanks to the media. They can’t seem to get beyond their obsession with his silliness. It may be however, that it is the beginning of the end for him. When you see him posed against the Governor of Ohio, the Governor of New Jersey, a smattering of Senators, and even another Bush, he doesn’t measure up. He’s at a terrible disadvantage because he has to overcome the bluster and the bullying. When Carly answered the question about how she looked, she did it was graceful and pointed. The one thing you can never say about Trump is that he is graceful.
Anyway, back to tea and milk. There are some things that you can never replicate. Sometimes it is a love. Sometimes it is a friendship. Sometimes it is an activity, often it is a laugh, and often it is a smell or a taste. This political year can never be replicated. The Democrats are happily supporting a socialist. Everyone but the anointed candidate thinks she is in big trouble. She still has time to fire her advisors, but she won’t. There are enough Republican candidates to form competeing baseball teams. The taste of the tea and milk, not so much. It’s hard to listen or watch what passes for the news. Admittedly, I have no taste for it. We’re just sayin’….Iris
So last night was the Republican/Trump debate. It was certainly not a debate. A debate requires listening as well as blurting. There was no listening because all the candidates were desperate to be heard. It reminded me of Friday night dinner at Aunt Sophie’s. Four sisters and Four husbands all talking at once. When I met David he would say, “why are you yelling at me?” and of course I had no idea that I was yelling. It was just how we talked in order to be heard.
A good friend and colleague texted me during the debate and asked me who was doing the best. There was no “best”, but if someone held me down and threatened to pull my fingernails off, I would say that the people who were at least memorable were Carly Fiorina and Marco Rubio. Now there’s a Presidential ticket. It is possible for them both to implode. But last night they did what any person who wants people to listen, should do. They gave personal examples. Their rhetoric was studied and controlled but not impersonal.
Carly and Iris have nothing in common. We probably don’t agree on any issue. But she did say something that Democratic women have been saying for a long time. She said that, “Women are not a special interest group. We are 51% of the population.” As with most of us who have worked on “issues of concern to women”, we know that war, the economy, health, education, and pets are all women’s issues. That is to say, everything that touches our lives is a women’s issue.
So what does any of this have to do with tea at Dale Brockers? I’ll get back to that. But for right now there needs to be comment about the other people on the stage. It’s hard to think of them as “candidates”. Donald Trump may become the nominee, thanks to the media. They can’t seem to get beyond their obsession with his silliness. It may be however, that it is the beginning of the end for him. When you see him posed against the Governor of Ohio, the Governor of New Jersey, a smattering of Senators, and even another Bush, he doesn’t measure up. He’s at a terrible disadvantage because he has to overcome the bluster and the bullying. When Carly answered the question about how she looked, she did it was graceful and pointed. The one thing you can never say about Trump is that he is graceful.
Anyway, back to tea and milk. There are some things that you can never replicate. Sometimes it is a love. Sometimes it is a friendship. Sometimes it is an activity, often it is a laugh, and often it is a smell or a taste. This political year can never be replicated. The Democrats are happily supporting a socialist. Everyone but the anointed candidate thinks she is in big trouble. She still has time to fire her advisors, but she won’t. There are enough Republican candidates to form competeing baseball teams. The taste of the tea and milk, not so much. It’s hard to listen or watch what passes for the news. Admittedly, I have no taste for it. We’re just sayin’….Iris
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