And it was a good one.
We dropped off our ballots (Vote! Vote! Vote!),
When you spend your life collecting, sooner or later you're going to have to part with some things you've collected.
In our case, we're still getting rid of some things that had been boxed up and put in our storage building out back when we moved into this house in 1996.
Those things are still moving into our booth at Antiques on Howard, and sales continue to be good, despite the pandemic. The store was closed for several weeks in March and April, but once they re-opened the tourists and famililes of Appalachian State University students were back and spending.
I've only been in the store one time since March.
I went early in the day when they opened, masked, as was the owner.
I put out some new stock pretty quickly and left.
We mail our rent check and they mail us a check for sales along with a list of what sold. The arrangement is a good one and it's always interesting to see what people bought.
When we were with Don's family over Christmas last year, they sent us home with boxes of stuff they no longer wanted; WONDERFUL stuff, including a lot of silver. So, those boxes have been moved ahead of our own boxes.
Now, we're certainly not entertaining like we once did. But even back in those days of dinner parties, we weren't really "silver" people other than our flatwear which we do still use and still love. It's not unusual for us to pull it out for pizza.
Our friend John gave us a place setting of our silver when we got married and said, "we use our good stuff every day. You should too."
Well, we don't use it every day, but we use it pretty often.
I don't think newlyweds care a thing in the world about things like china and silver these days, do they? Their gift registers seem to be more practical.
I like pretty things.
One of the things we've "over" collected is pretty dishes.
I've always loved setting a pretty table.
And while the dishes we have can attest to being well used and much appreciated, it might be time for some of them to find a new place to live.
We have fine china, every day china (is that still a "thing?"), nice dishes, expensive dishes, not so expensive dishes, inexpensive dishes, cheap dishes and bargain basement cheap dishes. Old dishes. Newer dishes. Family dishes. Pottery dishes. Gifted dishes. "Had to have" dishes.
<sigh>
So.
I've been thinking about these dishes.
This morning I did some baking.
Blueberry muffins.
Decided I wanted my muffin on a pretty plate.
And from there I got silly.
WHICH pretty plate?
And decided right then I'd take some "muffin on a pretty plate" pictures and post them to see if it would help me decide which dishes I want to keep and which I might decide to pack up to take to Antiques on Howard to sell.
These are "some" of the dishes - - -
I love browsing in a bookstore.
I'm especially fond of browsing in used bookstores.
Since that's on our list of things we're not allowed to do right now, I've been browsing through bookstores (old and new) on-line.
I love searching out pop-up books.
I only have a few, but today I have two new (old) ones I found through abebooks.com.
Both these books feed my "fix" for pop-ups AND for a place I love - - -
Monet's home and gardens in Giverny
There is no literature or poetry in this White House.
No music.
No Kennedy Center award celebrations.
There are no pets in this White House.
No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat.
No kids’ science fairs.
No times when this president takes off his blue suit-red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt-khaki pants uniform and hides from Americans to
play golf.
There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation.
No Obamas on the beach in Hawaii moments, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape.
I was thinking the other day of the summer when George H couldn’t catch a fish and all the grandkids made signs and
counted the fish-less days.
And somehow, even if you didn’t even like GHB, you got caught up in the joy of a family that loved each other and had fun.
Where did that country go?
Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go?
We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity.
We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it.
And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out.
We are rudderless and joyless.
We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great.
We have lost our mojo, our fun, our happiness.
The cheering on of others. Gone.
The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. Gone.
The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated.
The unique can-do spirit Americans have always been known for. Gone.
We have lost so much in so short a time."
~. Elayne Griffin Baker


Ruth might like it if Mitch McConnell would do the right thing and pass a Coronovirus bill (along with the approximately 400 House bills sitting on his desk) before pushing for a new Supreme Court nomination.
Do the right thing for Ruth and The American People!
sign the petition here: http://chng.it/FcSHdGDYgd
Rest now You Giant
You Warrior
You Brilliant Brave Soul
You who gave Us Courage
And Hope
Rest now
More than a Trail Blazer
You didn’t make history
You changed it
Reshaped it
Course corrected
You who gave Us all of You
Fought for Us with all of You
With every moment God gave You
With every Breath
Rest now
It’s Our turn
To take up Your mantle
To not lose sight
To push on
You taught Us how to fight
You made Us more than soldiers
You leave an Army in your wake
You taught Us what legacy is
To give more than we take
Rest now
You Champion
You Queen
You Glorious
Forever #RBG
Forever Our Hero
Notorious
- - - Leslé Honoré
No election in my lifetime has been as important as this one.
I honestly believe democracy is at stake and, frankly, another four years under this present administration frightens me.
So. Donald and I have filled out our ballots and will drop them off at the courthouse voter drop box.
Sadly, I just wouldn't feel comfortable mailing them this year. And don't trust electronic voting machines.
What has this country come to that voter suppression - very real voter suppression - is even a thing?