Halfway up the hill

Well I made it to the hill but stopped about halfway with the snow on the sidewalk.  I did hit a couple of ice patches and thought this is the farthest I made in a few weeks so I'll take it that I got this far.  This has been a crap week for walking and getting any type of activity with the cold.  I am hoping next week will be better.

Despite the indignity of being the kitty litter bandit, it was a better day.  I got the Citizens One situation with my mom straightened out.  I got a call from my mom on my drive home and she told me that it looked like the monster was trying to load some furniture on his truck.  His girlfriend's car was gone and since he's made her car his car, they were both gone for most of the day.  We are hoping for a move by next weekend.  

I really despise grocery shopping.  I hate the do it yourself check outs but the clerks don't have any appeal. I had trouble scanning an item at Walmart and a clerk with a cough came over to help out.  When it came to the next item that I had trouble with, I punched in numbers and my mom asked if I knew what I was doing.  I told her I hope so because I don't want someone with a cough coming over by us.  It rang up the price.  How come we don't get a discount for being cashier?  

My mom was a little weepy or has been since Trump took over.  She wants to help anyone who's latin and have them hide in our closets.  I know.  I want to protect everyone hurting right now too.  She had reached out to my cousin to check in and I will admit, my cousin's email even helped me.  I haven't been paying attention to the news as much as she has, but it made me feel a little better.  I want to protect everyone but I know we both have to protect our mental health.  The people will fight back. I see one lawsuit already being slapped against the administration.  Good.  And good.  I saw that Jasmine Crockett's people took care of someone harassing her the last year by reporting him to his employer.  I think the people on the internet did.  I'm not really sure.  It's time to call out the racists and the bullies.

It will be ok.

I feel like I hear some furniture being moved downstairs.  

Yeah.  It will be ok.


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