Who Won the Week (20 September 2020)

I always liked Fandango’s Who Won the Week post, and like to join in with some quirky stories from my own newsfeeds. All from our unique vantage points, the idea is to pick something (a person, organisation, anything) which “won” the week.


But this week, I’m treading on Fandango’s home turf. And going to write about US politics, to boot.

It’s unusual that, in death, somebody could “win” the week, but in all seriousness, I think RBG won the week. It was not a name I had ever heard of until maybe Friday, but on this side of the Atlantic, why would I? But today I looked up a few numbers – in that respect, thank goodness for the internet because all of these numbers were quite easy to obtain just by looking through the records from the U.S. Senate itself.

Let me throw those numbers out there. Don’t worry, there aren’t many.

In 1993, Bill Clinton had just been elected president. The Democrats were on a high. They controlled the Senate, at the start of the session 58:42, and even at the end, by 53:47.

So you would expect that, roughly, votes would go along those lines, wouldn’t you?

1993 was also the year that Ginsberg was appointed. In the confirmation hearing, 3 August, the Senate confirmed her appointment by 96:3, with 1 non-voter.

Think about that for a moment. Despite “party lines”, she was approved almost unanimously. 40-odd senators, despite disagreeing with her politics, voted for her anyway.

Now, ask yourself, could that kind of thing happen in 2020? Now, ask yourself why not. Were ahose Republican senators back then “wet”, for supporting a Democrat appointment? All except for three of them?

Ruth Ginsberg won the week because even in death, she leaves us with these observations.

Life through the Lens (20 September 2020)

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

image showing a silhouette of a camera

The thing I always loved about this photo was the crispness of the bee as it approached the thistle. In the UK we have lots of grand old buildings, which are managed by a kind-of state-charity called the National Trust, and this photo was taken in the garden of one of their houses in my local city, Salisbury.

In days gone by, we sent our daughter for extra tuition for an hour on Saturday mornings, just enough time to get a cup of coffee, and this was one of our favourite haunts while she had her lesson. It was a wonderful place to relax amid the hustle and bustle going on around it.

On the Inexorable Rewilding of my Garden

I admire gardens well-maintained
Every year mine just leaves me drained.
Why is that, you want to know?
All mine does is grow and grow.

Fancy-named flowers, a veggie crop?
All I did was cut and chop.
I never planted any seeds,
I’d never tell them from the weeds.

I have every tool that the market produces,
Hedge trimmer and chainsaw both have their uses.
But could you really say that my fingers were green,
When all I did was use cutting machines?

And since my “bump” I’m such a slob,
Where maintaining the garden’s a full-time job.
But with just one working hand, it’s clear,
That operating chainsaws is a bad idea.

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 20 September 2020, inexorable.