Session is over. Now we return you to real life.

Did ya miss me?

The legislative session actually ended over a week ago -- on Saturday, March 22nd -- but the condo association immediately had two crises (neither directly involving my unit, but I'm on the board, so...), and dealing with them slopped over into the beginning of the week. So even though I took Monday through Wednesday off to recover from session, I didn't really get a chance to recover recover. 

Anyway, that's why I didn't write a post last weekend. And that's enough of my whining for now. Because spring has sprung here in Santa Fe, y'all!

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I actually started seeing signs of green in the flower beds several weeks ago, but we've had a spell of really nice weather, so things have begun springing up in earnest. I'm happy to say that the bulbs I planted last fall are mostly coming up, although some of the tulip bulbs seem to have migrated (bloody squirrels...).

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I also planted white grape hyacinth bulbs last fall. In my experience, grape hyacinths usually spring up before the daffodils, but these seem to be taking their time. Maybe I planted them too deep. Anyway, they appear to be on their way to blooming now. 

But the gardening adventure that is making me happiest right now is the planting last weekend of a redbud tree. And it's going to bloom! I took this photo this afternoon!

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Redbuds are my favorite spring blooming tree. I spent decades living in DC, where people come from far and near to ooh and ahh over the cherry trees, and they're beautiful -- don't get me wrong. But there's something about the tiny purple blooms that line the branches of a redbud tree that are just so pleasing to me.

I've wanted my own redbud tree for 40 years or more. We planted one in our front yard in Norfolk, but some asshole cut it down before it could bloom. I mail-ordered and planted a bare-root redbud here last year, but I got overly excited and didn't read all the way through the planting directions, so I didn't realize the roots came coated with wax and were supposed to be soaked in a bucket of water for 24 hours before the tree was planted. I didn't do that, so of course it died.

This year, I bought a tree at a local big-box store in a regular ol' pot. I put it in the bed about a week ago, and it seems to be thriving. Maybe three's the charm. Even if it only survives one year, I'll be happy. But I'll be really happy if it thrives for many, many years, because my porch could use the shade.

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Of course, while I was not-recovering from session, the mess in Washington has continued. So many of the cruel policies put into place by this so-called administration have disgusted me, but nothing has pissed me off so thoroughly as the executive order issued last week against WilmerHale, the law firm I retired from in 2020. The firm represents a whole lot of corporate clients (one of them, in fact, is Tesla), but it also has provided legal advice to the Democratic National Committee and the campaigns of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. And it has a robust pro bono practice, including the representation of several of the inspectors general that Trump has fired. But of course what really got Trump's knickers in a twist was Bob Mueller's work as special counsel investigating Russian interference in the 2016 election. When Mueller left WilmerHale to take the job, he brought along two other attorneys from the firm, Jim Quarles and Aaron Zebley, and all three returned to work at the firm after the investigation was over. 

Because of all that, Trump wants to drive WilmerHale out of business. He as much as says so in his executive order. 

My old firm isn't the only big law firm Trump has targeted, and at least one of them has basically rolled over and made nice with the administration to keep from being forced out of business. However, I am proud to report that WilmerHale is not rolling over. In fact, the firm has filed suit against the administration, alleging that the executive order violates the First, Fifth, and Sixth Amendments to the Constitution. (You can read the complaint here.)

Standing up to bullies is nothing new for my old firm. During the Army-McCarthy hearings in the 1950s, it was a partner at legacy firm Hale and Dorr, Joseph Welch, who kicked off the downfall of Senator Joe McCarthy. McCarthy headed the Senate Permanent Subcommittee on Investigations and was conducting a witch hunt to root out supposed communists in Hollywood and the federal government, among other places. Eventually, McCarthy got mad at Welch, who was arguing with a lawyer for the subcommittee named Roy Cohn, and verbally attacked an associate at Hale and Dorr who had once been a member of a legal association associated with communist activity. Welch mounted a spirited defense of his colleague, saying the the firm knew of the associate's background and wasn't going to fire him over it. When McCarthy refused to drop his attack, Welch finally said, "Have you no sense of decency, sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of decency?" 

That was the beginning of the end for Joe McCarthy's Communist witch hunts.

When the firm I worked for -- Wilmer Cutler and Pickering -- merged with Hale and Dorr in 2004, I was impressed to learn this history. And I'm proud today to know that WilmerHale is continuing to stand up to bullies with vendettas against the firm and what it stands for: the rule of law.

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On Friday night, U.S. District Judge Richard Leon issued a temporary restraining order against the Trump administration's enforcement of parts of the executive order. In his order, Judge Leon wrote, "There is no doubt this retaliatory action chills speech and legal advocacy, or that it qualifies as a constitutional harm."

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One more thing: Roy Cohn eventually went into private practice and represented, among other clients, Donald Trump.

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The end of session is in sight, and pictures are all I have the energy for.

I am not quite to the point of counting the hours until the end of this year's New Mexico legislative session, but it's close. We only have 13 calendar days left -- but really it's 12 days because I work a half day on Sundays and the final day (Saturday, March 22nd -- mark your calendars) has a hard stop at noon. And when I say "hard stop", I mean "hard stop"; New Mexico doesn't do the thing that some legislatures do and extend the session by literally stopping the clock.

Anyway, my point is that it's nearly over, and I'm tired. So here are some photos.

Last week, it was warm enough for Tigs and me to get a little porch time in after work. I thought maybe spring had come early. Oh haha. Yesterday morning, we woke up to several inches of snow. I got this artsy shot of the sconce on my deck through the fabulous wall o' windows -- and I'm glad I took the picture when I did, because it was already melting (hence the tracks of water down the window), and now the snow is nearly gone. 

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From the artsy to the ridiculous: I spotted this, um, object mounted to the wall in a legislators' office on our floor. It looks to be made out of actual horseshoes. Is it art? Is it a hat rack? Let me know what you think. 

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Finally: I believe I mentioned a while back that one side of my new cube has windows that face a blank wall. I ordered a wall decal from an Etsy shop and affixed it to the window. Now I have a view! 

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It came with a bunch of star stickers, which I may put up someday when I'm bored -- after session is over.

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I'm still trying to figure out where I stashed my chile pepper lights. Those would finish off my cube decor nicely, I think. Might have to go spelunking in the closet here in a bit.

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The scariest card in the Tarot deck.

No, it's not Death, as I explained in this post several years back. To recap: the Death card is about change and transformation. Something needs to die before something better can begin. The image on the Death card in the Robin Wood Tarot deck (which is currently my favorite deck) is the Grim Reaper standing in a forest, blocking your path forward, his arm outstretched toward a side path: "The path you were on is closed to you. Now you must go that way." Change, like I said. 

I ran across another rendering of the Death card that's a tree stump with a flower sprouting from it. It kind of freaked out my therapist in DC when I showed it to her, but it's the same message of transformation: The tree died, and now something beautiful is coming up in its place. 

So, no, Death is not the scariest Tarot card. This is the scariest one: The Tower. 

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This is the version in the Robin Wood deck. It's very much like the one in the Waite-Smith deck, which is the one that's most familiar to folks (it used to be known as the Rider-Waite deck). A tower built on a rocky promontory is crumbling in the onslaught of a terrible storm. Lightning has struck the top and lit a fire; massive waves attack from below. The people in the tower are trying to save themselves by jumping from the tower -- to the rocks and the pounding waves.

In short, things ain't looking good for them.

The folks in that tower probably felt they were invincible, but they weren't. 

Ten or fifteen years ago, folks in Pagan circles began talking about messages they'd received from their deities that societal collapse was imminent. That upcoming collapse came to be known as Tower Time. The messages were warnings; the idea was to prepare for it. But I don't know that anyone really understood what we were supposed to be preparing for.

Y'all, this is it. Anybody who has been paying attention since Trump's second inauguration knows it. If you were in denial before, his belittling performance against Ukraine's president this week made it blatantly obvious.

This is why I've been thinking of talking to Perun, the Slavic god of lightning and thunder. My Czech ancestors appealed to Him to save their nation from Hitler. Hitler was eventually defeated, but a lot of pain and suffering happened before the world got there.

Anyway, I ordered a statue of Perun from a shop in Prague a couple of weeks ago, and it arrived this week. Yesterday, I welcomed Him formally and asked for his help.

Some of what I heard was relevant only to me. But I think this part is an important message to share: The Tower cannot yet be rebuilt because the foundation is still rotten.

In Tarot, the thing about the Tower is that it was always going to fall. As impressive as it looks, it was built on a bad foundation; the whole thing must fail in order to be cleared away and rebuilt on a firmer, better foundation.

What Perun is saying is that in our world, the destruction phase is not yet complete. Unfortunately, there will be more pain and suffering before we can get to the bottom of the rot and dig it out. Only then do we stand a chance of building a replacement structure that will last.

Perun did say He would try to help, so there's that. But I think how we weather the storm -- and the foundation we build on when the destruction is complete -- will be largely up to us. 

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An interesting side note, although maybe only interesting to me: You may recall that this all started a few weeks ago, when I was watching the final video for my class on Cernunnos, the Celtic horned god of the animals. There was a live ritual via Zoom scheduled on the 16th to wrap up the class, and in preparation for it, I ordered a statue of Cernunnos on Etsy from someone in Ukraine. I placed the order on February 2nd, and the statue was shipped on February 4th. It's still not here. The package made it across the ocean and through Customs okay, so that's not it; the last I heard, on February 21st, it was somewhere in Texas.

I ordered the Perun statue on February 11th, and it arrived last week. Now I don't want to get all woo-woo about this. There are many mundane reasons why Cernunnos got lost, or at least delayed, and Perun made it through. I'm just saying.

I'll let you know if Cernunnos ever shows up.

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Back to more mundane topics next week.

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The problem with economic blackouts.

Back in my simple living days, one of the practices I adopted, and still do most years, is to observe Buy Nothing Day. It's always the day after Thanksgiving (that's the day after the fourth Thursday in November, if you're not an American), which is also known as Black Friday -- aka the day retailers typically make enough money on Christmas sales to put them in the black for the year. The idea is to consciously refuse to participate in the sort of shopping behavior that used to cause mobs to line up before stores opened at 6:00 a.m. and stampede to buy the low, low priced doorbuster items before they ran out.

I honestly don't know whether Buy Nothing Day ever made a dent in sales at the big-box stores. I do know that shopping habits have changed over the past 20 to 25 years. Now, a lot of folks shop online, and Black Friday has become a multiweek juggernaut. I'm certain you've noticed. We now have "Early Black Friday" sales that start weeks before Thanksgiving; Small Business Saturday; Cyber Monday; and so on. (There's also a Giving Tuesday, when you're supposed to make a donation to your favorite charity.) 

The thing is that shoppers -- even the Buy Nothing folks -- still spend as much on holiday gifts as they ever did, or maybe more. They just shop on a different day than the day after Thanksgiving.

Which brings me to this coming Friday... and the weeks ahead. 

One of my daughters texted this meme to me. I'm sure you've seen similar ones floating around on social media. For starters, we're all supposed to avoid spending any money at all this Friday, February 28th. There are exceptions for critical things such as medicine. And participants are encouraged to make purchases that day, if they do have to shop, from small, local businesses. 

The original aim was to hurt the bottom lines of companies that have rolled back DEI -- diversity, equity, and inclusion -- policies. But it has somehow morphed into a new Buy Nothing Day.

I'm going to participate. But I don't know how much of a dent it will make for us to curtail discretionary spending for a single day. Just like on the traditional Buy Nothing Day, people who keep their debit cards in their wallets this coming Friday will likely just shift their shopping to another day. And just like with Buy Nothing Day, there's no good way to gauge how much of an impact a one-day boycott will make on these giant corporations, because that's not how companies report their earnings. As a financial literacy instructor told Newsweek: "While these blackouts are normally done with the hope of positive implications, the reality is past data indicates they lead to little financial data from most major companies. At the end of the day, even if consumers support the cause, they're going to continue to fulfill their purchasing needs and desires."

As for the follow-up boycotts and economic blackout days: do we really think most Americans have an attention span long enough to remember not to buy General Mills products at the end of April? I'm not even sure the enthusiasm will carry through mid-March.

No, I believe that if we really want to make an impression on corporate America, the answer is to quit our conspicuous consumption habit entirely. 

Right after 9/11 happened, President Bush the Younger (satirist Molly Ivins used to call him Shrub to differentiate him from his father) went on TV to address the country, and one thing he said kind of stuck out like a sore thumb for me. He told us that no matter what, we should not stop shopping. I swear I am not making this up. Yes, you're scared; yes, the U.S. is under attack; yes, your government is going to find the perpetrators and make them pay; but don't let it stop you from spending money at the mall. 

Why did he say that? Because retail sales are a huge driver of our economy. It depends on regular people regularly buying stuff we only think we need. If people had quit shopping in the wake of 9/11, the economy would have tanked. 

You want to cut into the power our corporate overlords have over us? Quit giving them your money. And not just for a day or a week. Permanently. Or as permanently as you can manage it.

That is probably a bridge too far right now, when some folks may be using retail therapy to avoid paying attention to the shitshow in DC. Although the newly unemployed among the federal workforce, and those to lose their jobs shortly when the ripple effects take hold, may be forced to cut back on their spending anyway. But for the rest of us: think about it.

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There are also calls for a national strike on Friday, March 14th. Unfortunately, I can't take that day off; the legislature will still be in session for another week after that. But maybe you can.

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