Wild Weather Sunday

Safe to say I'll be back to the winter coat today with the snow.  Crazy I didn't need a jacket and felt too warm.  This must be March where one day it's 72 degrees and the next it's a winter storm.  This looks tolerable.  I think.  At least the snow isn't sticking.  

My mom was looking up people she knew on Facebook. She grew up in a small town and well she found out how small the minds are with their Facebook pages.  I said that site has become a dumpster fire of hatred and racism.  If it wasn't for my niece posting pictures of Charlotte, I might even dump it.  It just seems like it's become a hotbed of problems.  I seem to keep having conservative pages pop up on my feed too.  I'm onto you Zuckerburg, you big weirdo.

I watched a movie about Helen Reddy last night.  I did not know she was Australian.  I am finding myself digging more through streaming to see what I've been missing since I was lost in the world of being a news junkie.  I was standing in Panera Bread yesterday waiting for my lunch and I got a news alert that more people were being laid off and my heart just sunk.  It's going to keep going and all I can do is just hope for the best that something, anything will turn this nightmare around.  I can't focus on the news like I used to or I will lose my ever loving mind.  Keep it to a minimum. I am listening to War by Bob Woodward on Audible.  It's not stressing me out but once I'm done, I'll switch to another biography.  I maybe listen to a podcast like Jen Psaki's or Pod Save America but it's not an everyday thing.  I'll turn on Jim Acosta's show at 3:00 pm if he has a good guest.  Just keeping my sanity.

I am worried about tomorrow.  I think I'll be ok but I don't take things for granted.  Someone mentioned that I was going to pass 10 years soon and you would think I would want to celebrate it but I don't.  I just want to get past it.  And keep getting past it.  I see the stories where it comes back after 10 years or 15 years.  I just want to keep going and be grateful when I get a good checkmark.  I feel like if I celebrate?  Something bad will happen.  I am such a superstitious person.  I did take it for granted after awhile and I got blindsided.  Not anymore.  Hope for the best and well, just keep myself prepared.

I hope the good humans have a good human.  I got to snuggle a cute little senior cat who's purring like a tractor.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Way Past My Bedtime

 I crashed before Reverend Raphael Warnock's speech.  The power of DVR saved me. I watched it this morning right up to the point where I had to sign in.  It was fantastic.   Hillary was great.  My mom was crying.  It meant a lot to her to have Hillary win that election and she was crushed. I was crushed.  She always fan girls over Hillary.  It was hard for me to decide in 2008 do I go with Barack or Hillary?  She gave a phenomenal speech. I had to watch Joe this morning.  No, I didn't cry like I usually did.  I got a little teary eyed when his daughter finished her speech and introduced him.  That nice man made sure his little boys had a dad that came home every night after they lost their mom and baby sister.  He took his oath of office by their bedsides.  He got a second chance with Jill and having a daughter.  He's such a good human.  Yeah, he looks 81.  He lit that stage on fire with a torch....
Read more

The Dark Things

I sometimes wonder about this when I'm in a brooding mood about how I got treated at a low time in my life.  Or lowest. Would people have been relieved if I just died?   Really.  I have thought the answer was yes.  I'm not talking about my family. I am talking about those who made their discomfort known to me.   They could have had some fake ceremony and a moment of silence.  There wouldn't have been a funeral so they could have forgotten about that part.  They would have excelled at pretending to care about my life if I wasn't here. Then, I had to go do something stupid and survive.  How do we deal with that?  My mentor even mentioned to me, well, you know, none of us have dealt with someone being sick.  Oh, should I get a fucking manual for that?  Excuse the F bomb but that was warranted. When I got my schedule for radiation therapy, I had wanted to talk to my manager about it and find out if it was ok.  I had gotte...
Read more

So Here's the Weekend

 I was having a wishful thinking moment last night when I was writing my postcards.  I was wishing for my imaginary friend that has shades of Stephen Colbert mixed in to show up and go for a walk on this humid July night.  We would talk and maybe check out the food trucks that were at the Farmer's Market last night.  Maybe they would be ok.  Maybe they wouldn't.  We would be getting out of the house and just talking about how our week went for both of us. Maybe we would stop at Pick n' Save and get my mom something she asked for.  He would always know how to talk to my mom and he would be someone she's really comfortable around like Charlie.  We would maybe see Charlie mowing the lawn on his usual Friday night task and talk to him. He might have plans with his kids in the morning so we say our good night with a hug or maybe even something else.  No, I'm not going salacious here.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  Maybe we'd see each...
Read more