OH, THE PRESSURE!

         One of the best perks of retirement was never really having to know the date, for one day flew into the next and who cared? No pressure. No deadlines. Just life, where the only pressure was fixing the vsiting dates among the kids, being share and share like with all. Presssure? What was that? Now, that pressure seems to have returned and it is truly not a welcome development at all.
     What is it that is filling this pressure vacuum? Well, the unknown: is the fool taking the hydroxy and will he come to its inevitable end or is he just being a lying putz again, not taking it, but leading others into the deed and thus causing more deaths to be laid at his door? Will people face the truth or will they put on yet another white hat with broader sides and follow the women of the dystopian world of Margaret Atwood? Which outcome should we wish for? Pressure!!
     What about the pressure, the time race, between Trump's ever more encroachment upon the liberties guaranteed to Americans, canceling voting rights for so many - and even perhaps introducing false elections a la all his BFFs, or will we actually pull off a mail in ballot election where the evil plans to disenfranchise others will languish, unable to be implemented. That, of courses is his greatest fear, that all will vote, including those who cannot tolerate him any longer and we will be 'free, Oh Lord, free at last!"
 The pressure of it all!
     Will McConnell's face ever collapse into that weak chinned slope?Will Graham ever look in the mirror and see the ugliness of his insides reappear on his face, marred by hate and an almost insane degree of it? Will Grassley ever realize how stupid it is that now he demands certain answers as to Trump's behavior when he was the one who agreed to give him the keys to the kingdom without restrictions? Will Tlaib ever see herself in the mirror as well, the ugliness of her face as she screams, lies about Jews, about Israel? Will people ever realize that the ugliness, the putrid disease of their innards will inevitably ooze through to the surface, primordial miasma and mud making its ugly appearance right there, on their faces? Ah, the pressure of wondering about it all.
     The just about unbearable pressure wondering if one will have to move out of country should Trump cheat his way into office again. My entire being shudders with the dread, with the force of that pressure even as I assume it does resound loud and clear in the minds and hearts of so many. The pressure that weighs upon us, the wonder how so many can still believe him, or set aside his sins and still back him!
      The pressure and concern, the wondering if and when Cruz will ever give up his gnat career and simply go away. Or why and how DiSantos thinks he can get away with being a mini Trump here in Florida and axe people when they disagree with his crooked policies? The absolute wondering at when people will finally realize that somewhere, somehow, the truth will out and all that has been hidden will be exposed to the harsh light of day and all their gains will go down those proverbial drains of history and legacies changed. 
     I like the other pressures of a retired life. Not the ones wondering if we will be quaranteed forever. Not the one which wonders if we will be able to restock needed supplies. No, the other pressures. 
     How do I fit in the doctors even as I have the indubitably wonderful pressure instead to finish those library books on time, when there are so many good shows and programs to watch, when I have to meet my friends, when I can finally see my kids and grandkids and hug them, just eat them up, large and small.
      And close to home here in CV, when can we look forward to reopening UCO, what has been going on there all this darkened time and what we can do to retract and/or fix. Most important, when can we set up Zoom or properly distanced meetings. For a supposed techie genius, David Israel has done remarkably little to take advantage of the methods in which to hold meetings. Hmmm.       Pressure! Pressure! Some good and some not so good. Meanwhile, the other always with us pressure, to Be Well and Stay Safe.