Many times during the United States election lead up we Homesteaders were heard to utter how glad we were to not be among those having to make the choice on the big day. From where we sit, out on the edge of nowhere, it looked like Hobson’s choice and many meal times were spent playing the “if it were down to us…” game – and getting nowhere fast.
Of course, it will surprise none of you which side we were leaning towards. We are a family of folk who inadvertently spend our lives being the exception to the “all *insert marginal group* are *bad/mad/evil/stupid/dangerous/immoral/lazy/etc etc*”; The ones that, when the declarer suddenly remembers you’re in the room, immediately reassures you with a cheery, “but not YOU; it was/is/will be different for you.” Funny how, when people get to know a person, nine times out of ten their “sins” turn into “foibles”.
So, when the next White House resident was announced we were disappointed. Some of us went beyond that to devastated and astounded, some were just resigned, but it’s fair to say, as a group, we were saddened. Possibly unrightly so; it has nothing to do with us and is simply not our business. But we live on this planet too … and we worry.
Mainly we wanted to know HOW this ended up happening. The Goat Herd put much thought into it and came up with an answer that soothed us at least:
She served the words up with the last of our cajeta and oblea, macaroon style, of which there is no photographic evidence.
Seems the Mexican delicacy was just too damn good.