It’s what used to be called high summer, but here in San Francisco we are socked in by heavy fog. The pattern of terrible California wildfires also continues. Here is a photo by Mike Blake of an emu running down the road in San Diego County. It’s a pretty symbolic image.
I am also feeling the effects of the claustrophobic election season, along with the episodic terror attacks here and abroad. At least the election season will have a finite end point!
I watched both conventions. It occurred to me that Hillary Clinton’s story about her mother explains so much about Hillary’s life, even up to her choice of mate. A woman whose mother was so horribly abused and neglected would of course fall for a partner who had been abused and neglected as a child too. I think that if the Clintons do regain the White House, many of us will have the painful experience of viewing them with cooler eyes and a more jaded viewpoint. (I was only 25 when Bill Clinton won the election in 1992 and I remember how euphoric I felt that night.)
Still, when Hillary Clinton said, “The sky’s the limit,” I could get behind the optimism of that. Her candidacy is ground-breaking. Trump, on the other hand, seems increasingly unhinged and destructive. I worry about the ugliness of the next few months and the bitter hatreds that are being unleashed. But here we are, and I suppose we’ll get through it.