Stuck on the Tar Baby
(Today’s blog is the first of three that looks at the presidential election from a perspective that shares evidence from researchers who study mass media. But first, I must have my morning tea)
My mornings follow a routine.
My sweetheart rises first, darts upstairs to snap on his espresso-maker and boil water for my tea.
I listen to a recording of birds that begins at oh-five-hundred: a symphony of trills and warbles that wakes me from my slumber.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t linger under the covers.
I grab my iPad, march flat-footed up the stairs, and begin the tea ritual, which includes extracting from the shelf a silver teapot from London’s Portobello Road, two teabags of an Assam-Yunnan admixture, a cup and saucer painted with yellow sunflowers, a small sugar bowl, a creamer filled with milk, and two spoons: one for the sugar and one for the tea.
While the water boils I greet my husband and my dog–in that order–and pour my first cup of tea, ladling in a quarter-teaspoon of sugar.
I sip my tea and he slurps his coffee (my husband, not my dog) and we both gaze out the window and discuss the weather.
Will it be a good day for biking? Will it rain? Do we leave the windows open or closed?
The second cup of tea gives me permission to read the electronic version of The New York Times.
I begin with page one–at least–page one of my e-version of the news.
My heart sinks.