And thus we leave the husband, the disloyal dogs, who pretend not to notice, all rolled up snugly on their dog sofa at the end of our bed, and I put my arm around this burning girl, and wander slowly through the house, holding onto each other, trying not to bump into a table or a wall (why do we insist on not turning on the lights in the middle of the night, what is that dumb defiance?) back to her bedroom. Her body is so hot that I don't need to find a thermometer. I can spot 103F at twenty paces. For so many years now she goes down for the count; she should be in the Guinness Book of Records for these fevers. Water, a cold flannel (wash cloth), advil (ibuprofen) and tylenol (acetaminophen), sliced apple and banana for her stomach, hot throat tea with lemon and honey (from my brother's Scottish bees). And then we wait, wait for the fever to subside, in our knickers and t-shirts, like two girls at a slumber party. She lies on top of the duvet because she's burning up. I sit next to her, flannel in hand. She sips the tea. Declares it too hot. Asks for some peeled apple. Panics because Cheeky Monkey has disappeared. (Cheeky Monkey, we have discovered, is the key to recovery, like an evil little voodoo doll -- cue Psycho music -- his innocent little face heals all things).
As my daughter pointed out last night in a lucid moment between tylenol-dosing, while eating Thai chicken and green bean coconut curry and watching the returns on CNN, imagine what Meg Whitman could've done for schools in California with that $160 million she spent (Brown, in contrast, spent $25 million). She didn't get the hispanic vote, which is key in California, despite a visit to Porto's bakery in Glendale, the finest Cuban bakery in the state. (Try the potato balls, the media noche sandwich, and of course the Tres Leches cake. Betty makes the best one in the world). And Boxer defeated Fiorina. But the rest of the map is a depressing shade of gridlock red. It's a depressing time to be in America. As Snarky Penguin points out
Because the majority of Americans, while certainly impossible to educate, aren't vicious and venal. Rather, they're willfully ignorant -- and proud of it. They call it "faith" -- a rejection of all factual knowledge, logic and reason in favor of unthinking belief in nonsense -- and they become very upset if you attempt to use logic and reason to remedy their ignorance.This poster is making its rounds on Facebook:
There couldn't be a more important time in history to spend time and money on education. And, for the record, if Boehner gets in there, and reaches out across the aisle, and embraces his Democratic colleagues and gets something done, I'll salute him. I'll eat my words. I will. I don't really care, at this point, who does something, as long as something gets done. We need to look after those less fortunate than ourselves, with education and healthcare. These are the foundations of basic human dignity. We need to look after minorities and prevent hate. It's enough divisiveness. E pluribus unum and all that. We are all connected.
...be of good courage; hold fast to that which is good; render to no-one evil for evil; strengthen the faint-hearted; support the weak; help the afflicted; honor all people...
-- From Paul's letter to the Thessalonians