Went down to Stratford-Upon-Avon today to visit with an American friend I met through Dems Abroad. We agreed not to discuss the election, as The Child was with me, and she finds discussion of politics equal parts tedious and scary right now.
50,000 years ago, on last Saturday, The Child and I had this exchange:
The Child: Guy Fawkes Night is Tuesday.
Me: Yes. Tuesday is also the night America elects its next president.
The Child: Oh, I don’t want to think about presidents right now. I’d rather think about Mothra.
— Rose Judson (@rosejudson.bsky.social) November 2, 2024 at 7:01 PM
You know what? She was on the right track. We visited the Stratford Butterfly Farm, and I managed to forget about the election for an hour. We walked through humid “tropical” environments and enjoyed dodging exotic butterflies as they whirled tipsily past our heads. There were also some free-range iguanas to look at. Here, have a selection: