Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Moving Day

My son and his girlfriend are moving into their own place today. My boy was up at 3AM packing and ferrying his things to the car. Moving day has dawned cold and snowy, but if memory serves, that sort of thing doesn't matter when you're young and strong of body. Still, the snow is coming down really hard now. I hope they're managing okay.

My cousin texted me this earlier: "In 1984, the psychiatrist Otto Kernberg described a sickness known as Malignant Narcissism. Unlike ordinary narcissism, malignant narcissism was a severe pathology. It was characterized by an absence of conscience, a pathological grandiosity and quest for power, and a sadistic joy in cruelty." All that to say, things Trump related are going to get worse before they get better. But they will get better. As long as we stay conscious, continuously take action, and don't lose our will. The planet is counting on us, and that's not hyperbole.

On a happier note, I can't wait to see my son's new digs tonight! Because life goes on.


  1. Your information describes more than one individual amongst that entourage. The very best to your son and his girlfriend.

  2. They will manage just fine and you know it. You raised him to be the wonderful man he is now.

  3. Congratulations to them! If that pretty wood floor and natural light are any indication of the rest, they have a lovely apartment.
    I agree with malignant narcissism as the diagnosis, God help us all. I keep sending the emails and postcards, making donations and yes, sending prayers to the universe. It all feels so futile sometimes but we can't give up.

  4. Steve Bannon scares me as much, if not more than that other man. I can not believe he's on the the National Security Council as a permanent member and the head of the Joint Chiefs is not. This is not good.

  5. It hardly seems possible that your boy is old enough to move in with his love -- how did this many years go by? And yes to all you said about what's going on in our country -- I'll hold on to the hope.

  6. Wow. As a fellow parent of an almost-twenty-year-old, I can only try to imagine what it's like seeing your little one (and they'll always be our little ones) moving out. Wish him the best of luck, I really do.

    Greetings from London.

  7. I hope the move went OK! Moving in the snow would be a drag!