If you push just above my ear, you can feel the wax sticking to itself. It’s very annoying. I generally have to have it flushed out every few years. Now I am in a new town and looking for a new ENT doctor. In itself, the search would be a minor inconvenience. However, any small problem raises hackles when added to the constant underlying angst caused by The Donald’s refusal to accept the election results and let the country get on with focusing on the pandemic and its dire health and economic consequences. The very air around me throbs with tension and anger.
It’s not just Trump’s behavior. It is also his supporters who still have their Trump/Pence signs up in their yards ringed by American flags and illuminated by Christmas lights. Trump supporters have no priority claim to either the flag or Christmas, and the president is a dubious representative of the true meaning of either!
We are in the middle of Hmong New Year, a celebration that lasts about a month and spans the old and new years by Western reckoning. The Western New Year is just weeks away, followed by the Chinese, Tibetan, and Buddhist New Years. Whether we celebrate with bottles of Champagne, floating or flying lanterns, or fireworks, our wishes should be stated in unison: “Peace on earth, good will towards men, and spare us from the tyrants of this world.”
Carole J. Garrison 