Today, Sweet William came home for lunch and launched into a tirade about President Bush and the budget, and how ridiculous it is for Bush to call himself a conservative when his budget is anything but, and what is this country coming to and Ronald Reagan must be rolling in his grave, and what kind of world is it for Viva to grow up in and speaking of which what about California now that there are all these tensions between blacks and Mexicans [ref. prison riots and high school brawls], how is all that going to play out as she grows up, and how can Bush cut all these social programs, what is supposed to happen to all these poor people, and what hope is there, the political process is bullshit and the two-party system needs to be taken out and shot.
There was more, but I'll stop there.
Up until that point, I'd been having a pretty mellow day. I worked out, cleaned the house, did some laundry, and checked my e-mail, where I learned I have a new writing project due Monday. And then my husband came home ten kinds of disgruntled and got me all stirred up, because he would rant about one thing and I'd jump in and add something else and we just fed off of each other like that for a while.
In a strange juxtaposition, today is Valentine's Day at Viva's school. We spent some lovely bonding time yesterday afternoon making cards for her classmates and teachers, and I brought cookies for the Valentine's Day potluck (I know! This school is all about the potlucks for some reason.). So while she is probably spending the day all enveloped in a message of love, here at home the amateur political pundits have been having a field day with all the hatred and idiocy and misunderstanding in the world.
To counteract this, I've been ripping and burning what will be a CD-mix for me to work out to, which generally involves upbeat (or at least up-tempo) music. Some of it is silly, like Outkast's "Hey Ya," and some of it is sexy, like Prince's "Get Off." But I'm also including some Public Enemy. Heh heh heh.
At the same time, I'm blogging and folding laundry. How am I doing all of this at once, you ask? Well, I'm not, actually. There is far too much multi in this particular episode of multitasking, so it is taking me far longer to get each task done than it should. (Particularly the laundry. Oops.)
That said, I'll leave you with this -- She for Whom the World Must Be Made a Better Place:
Have a most extraordinary weekend -- Peace!