Yesterday, we saw ‘The Post.’ It did not disappoint. The performances of Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks were amazing. The story was just as I remembered; only even more fleshed out. To think that, according to the film, and it is true, that Presidents from Truman to Nixon were involved in a losing war in Viet Nam and unable to extricate themselves from it. They played the press until the owners got smart and finally did the right thing. To think that they continued to get the information that there was no good way to win, but to keep from admitting that the U.S. was wrong, they continued to send our young men to slaughter. It was a spellbinding time in the movie theatre and we truly enjoyed it. It gave me hope that despite the horrible predicament and régime we find ourselves dealing with, that perhaps it will end.
I woke up to freezing cold temps, hovering around zero, and decided it was a muffin day. I threw them together and we invited the three guys working in our house (yes, even on Sunday, go figure) to test them out. MK and I explained, in Spanish and English, how muffins are not what you think they are. We also got on the teachers’ pulpit and told the seventeen-year-old son of the floor finisher that he needs to go to college.
Today is our middle son’s birthday. It is hard to believe that he is thirty-six. We are going to celebrate his birthday and mine at our oldest son’s house, bringing all of the family together for a Koerner culinary event.
Stewart is in heaven, enjoying all of the people in the house and wishing that someone would find the time to throw the ball for him in the back yard. I think that that is not in the cards today.
It is sunny, beautiful, and there is hope. Hope is what we need to cling to.