I’ve been watching a lot of cat videos lately.
Cute kittens frolicking with their mommies. Curious cats checking out newborn humans. Kitties playing with enormous dogs, or adopting baby ducklings. There are a LOT of cat videos out there. If you take a look at my YouTube history, you may want to do an intervention.
But sometimes I just need a break from this world gone bananas. Recent stories in the New York Times morning emails I receive often make me want to crawl back under the covers: The Republicans’ wickedly selfish tax bill was rammed through Congress. Trump cut a couple of national monuments in Utah by some two million acres. (Can you say “development”?) Of the 700 EPA employees who’ve quit since you-know-who took office, 300 were scientists and other pollution experts — and most aren’t being replaced. Plus more #MeToo news (or as I like to call it, #PussyGrabsBack), and Net Neutrality is kaput.
At least I’m mostly over the death of David Cassidy. That’s another thing I was binging on: Partridge Family clips and songs. (I don’t think I’m pulling a Roy Moore here, since I basically reverted to my 8-year-old self for a while.) But I DID sing one of their songs in the house concert I had last weekend.
In better news, the tumor in my dad’s lung shrunk in half after his 12-week round of chemo, and he played paddle tennis every day on the long Caribbean cruise he and my mom just took; I’m hanging out in the SoCal ‘burbs with ’em now. Luckily their house didn’t burn down while they were gone, and the cough that my mom has had for the last decade or so was miraculously taken care of after my dad’s oncology nurse, Noli (he looks like a sumo wrestler in scrubs), insisted she get a chest x-ray. Plus I’ll see my adorbs nephew tomorrow.
Oh, who am I kidding, I’ve got a perpetual knot in my stomach from these bastards in Washington. My Dad is right there with me, although I STILL can’t get either of them to use fewer single-use items. ARGH! Dad, if you’re reading this, can you pleeease not use (and dispose of) a fresh piece of wax paper when you want to grate a little cheese? OMG.
ANYHOO, the whole reason I decided to post here on Christmas Eve is to share something FUN. In one of my very first posts, I included the lyrics to my environmental “White Christmas” parody . . .
Well, I updated those lyrics and sang the tune at the house concert last weekend. I wore my trusty plastic garbage bag. Please enjoy (and maybe keep in mind that my piano player had to cancel the night before)!
I have a confession, though: I think climate change may be my fault. Since moving to NYC, I’ve continually wished that summer would last six months, and winter three, instead of vice-versa. Of all my wishes to come true, that was not my priority.
Meanwhile I kinda just want to cryogenically freeze myself until Trump’s out of office. Can I do that? That said, I went to this really awesome lecture at Columbia recently, given by Gina McCarthy, who worked for the EPA under Obama. Most ha-larious government worker I’ve heard in my life. She told us — in her fantastic Boston accent — not to pay too much attention to (i.e., freak out over) the Republicans’ environmental rollbacks; just pay more attention to the actions you can take. She was talking to the law students, but still. (And maybe I’ll talk about her more later.)
Happy holidays, y’all!!
p.s. Here’s the first 30 seconds of “Green Christmas” that I left out of the video above — you’ll see why if you watch it. 😉