OK, ladies and gents, we’re one full week into Donald Trump’s term as president of the United States and already I am seeking a way to count down the time before he departs the White House for the final time.
I have several measuring devices available to me.
We have the daily calendar. Trump entered the White House on Jan. 20 with 1449 days to go before the end of his time. He’s spent eight more days, leaving him with 1,441 to go. Still a lot. The number sounds daunting.
How about a weekly calendar? Trump began his term with 208 weeks to spend. He’s lopped off a first full week, leaving him with just 207 to go.
I won’t mess with a monthly calendar, as each month seems to last a lifetime.
I am inclined to keep a weekly short-timer’s calendar near my Man Cave desk at home. The weeks don’t drag on. The number of remaining weeks diminishes fairly rapidly.
Those of us who served in the military are familiar with short-timer’s calendars. I kept one on the door of my wall locker upon returning from Vietnam. I think I started it out at four months. I just checked off the days each evening before I hit the rack. It went quickly. Then I was done. Gone. Headed for home down the highway from Fort Lewis, Wash.
My desire to track the time before Trump is gone from my sight flies in the face of a truth my mother would preach. “Don’t wish your life away,” she would say to me as I coveted the arrival of the weekend.I was a teenager and I didn’t know any better. Besides, at that age I thought I’d live forever.
Well, I’ve made a lot of orbits around the sun since then. I am an old fogie … who still tends to wish my life away when it involves certain events or individuals I want to vanish.
I don’t expect Donald Trump to make any pronoucements or push through any policies that will delight me. He and I do not see the world through the same prism. It’s as simple as that.
Therefore, my form of countdown has begun until he is shown the Oval Office door for the final time.