Life is Good Even During the Primaries

    It’s a sunny airy day in Central California, where I live. I am standing not far from the wharf (“le debarcadère”), a pretty good single-shot dark roast espresso in one hand and a cigarette in the other. (I know, I know, no need to tell me.) It’s pretty warm although it’s only April 3rd. Bless global warming (if any) ! A young man rolls by on his bike. He has his shirt off. His surfboard is held by a special, ingenuous rack on the side of the bike.

I am a bit tired because I spent the morning at the flea market with my pretty little granddaughter. A lady jeweler gave her a ring made of twisted yellow metal (maybe not gold). Then, the girl declared an interest in a long piece of purple fabric, transparent with paillettes and spangles attached. It’s “tulle,” I think; I know the name and I am not even gay! The fabric is long enough to drape into a sari. The man is asking for two dollars then, he takes a second look at her and, without prompting, bargains himself down to $1.50. We leave the flea market with a sari potential, used cleat shoes for soccer, size 1, three papayas, three eggplants, and a ring (which may not be gold).

I can’t linger because I have hard work left to do this afternoon. Yesterday, my granddaughter and I went to the tide-pools a little way north of Santa Cruz. We collected wild mussels* – among the best in the world, I believe. I have to spend a couple of hours cleaning the shell of each of them before cooking them for tonight dinner. I will be drinking white wine or beer all the while. There will be little pain.

Donald Trump is ignorant and offensive; I would not let him in my house. Sen. Sanders is also ignorant; he is polite but really stubborn; much or most of what he says is absurd and uninformed. Sec. Clinton is a multidimensional crook and liar. Sen. Cruz has his heart in the right place but no one likes him, not even his mother, not even his dog, probably.

But life is still good, somehow.

* Don’t eat wild mussels in California without being very well informed. They can be poisonous for much of the year. (Not because of pollution.) The California Department of Health monitors wild mussels and provides a phone number for updates.

About Jacques Delacroix

I write short stories, current events comments, and sociopolitical essays, mostly in English, some in French. There are other people with the same first name and same last name on the Internet. I am the one who put up on Amazon in 2014: "I Used to Be French: an Immature Autobiography" and also: "Les pumas de grande-banlieue." To my knowledge, I am the only Jacques Delacroix with American and English scholarly publications. In a previous life, I was a teacher and a scholar in Organizational Theory and in the Sociology of Economic Development. (Go ahead, Google me!) I live in the People’s Green Socialist Republic of Santa Cruz, California.
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