I am wondering this morning just where the weekend went… it was here, but boy, it was over way too fast!

So here we are on Monday, but it is the most auspicious of Monday’s! You see, it’s the first Monday after the second Wednesday… which means the Electoral Collage is meeting today! It seems like it’s been 10 years since Election Day, doesn’t it? Today, Joe Biden will have 306 electoral votes, the other guy will get 232 (you need 270 to win). I have been keeping track of the numbers and thought you all might get a chuckle at these numbers. Since Election Day, the other guy and his band of merry fools have tried and tried and tried again to make something out of nothing. They must like losing because their record?? 1-59. Yep, that is one win (the one win was in PA and a judge said they could move from 10′ to 6′ away from watching canvassing… no I am not kidding. That is the only thing they have in the win column) But how ’bout those losses? (The magic is that they were WINS for the American people!!) Today is one day closer to all these shenanigans being over, but it is a big step.

Now, how about some things to distract you this week!

This week’s night skies should be amazing! First, Jupiter and Saturn are “side by side” – an event that has not happened since 1623. I don’t have a telescope, but I will be out this week with hopes that I will be able to see something. Even if it is only the Geminid meteor shower tonight! (It was too cloudy last night in Pittsburgh, boo!)

Finally, poetry will always be magical to me…I have spent much of this year reading (and listening to) more poetry. I heard this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay last week and I have not been able to get it out of my head. So I am closing today with it. The name was the first thing I heard and I had no idea at all what Recuerdo meant. I looked it up and it is Spanish for memory or remembrance. This poem is exactly that… may your day have lots of memorable moments. I will see you back here on Wednesday!

Recuerdo

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry—

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—

But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,

We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;

And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;

And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,

From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;

And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,

And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,

We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,

And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;

And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,

And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.

7 Comments

Bonny on December 14, 2020 at 6:34 AM

I was astounded and highly offended by the TX lawsuit seeking to throw out the results from MI, WI, PA, and GA, and worse yet were the more than 100 House Republicans and dozen state attorneys general who filed an amicus brief in support of the nonsense. I will be taking a look at the National Archives tonight just so I can see the Electoral College votes for myself. Nothing will change the fact that Joe Biden will be our next President, but I’m sure there will be more malarkey from Republicans on Jan. 6. But thanks for the poetry!
Sarah on December 14, 2020 at 8:04 AM

I saw a great tweet over the weekend, something to the effect of Joe Biden has made history by winning the election three dozen times!

The poetry was lovely; thank you for sharing it! “And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold” — what a line!
Vera on December 14, 2020 at 9:26 AM

Such a beautiful poem!
Karen on December 14, 2020 at 9:29 AM

thank you for the poem sharing 🙂 It feels like years since election day!!
Carolyn on December 14, 2020 at 10:33 AM

The vote today…I told Troy over coffee this morning that if it weren’t such a LANDSLIDE of votes (306!!), I’d be nervous. I mean, I’ll feel BETTER after this is over (because lunatic). But thank God for that nice fat margin.
steph on December 15, 2020 at 10:26 AM

Lovely poem…we need these kinds of rememberances, don’t we.

I just wish I could believe that once Biden is actually inaugurated the nonesense will stop, but I’m afraid such an egotistic megalomaniac just can’t do that. Until Mitch is gone I’m afraid trouble still looms. (I hate living in KY.)
Mary on December 15, 2020 at 6:13 PM

thank you for sharing some Monday magic, Kat – it still works … even on a Tuesday evening!