Friday was the 75th anniversary of VE Day, so I took
the day off to remember the time when the civilized world smashed Nazis instead
celebrating them. Can you just imagine the 40 millions of dead whirling in
their graves that not even a century later, we’re letting fascists threaten
elected officials, swarm unimpeded through state Capitols and pervert the
Department of Justice?
Dang.
Well, my idea for the day was to hit a nursery to check out
camellias, replant an azalea bush and shift shelves in a kitchen cupboard so I
could have all my stemware in one place. Then I drank champagne.
It was actually very productive, and I was heartened by the news
that the thugs in the White House are going viral, so to speak.
So today I’m grateful for paid time off, for having a garden to dig in
and for being able to afford wine. I well understand that these seemingly
simple things make me privileged, and I really, really appreciate it. I also appreciate
that those who sacrificed everything to defeat fascism 75 years paid the price for my comfort.
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