Spoke Too Soon

Yesterday was a little bit of an anxiety ridden day but it's in the dust so today is a new day.  Knock on wood.

My mom has been getting bullied by someone at the food pantry that she goes to and she doesn't want to go back.  I'm ok with it.  I know she wanted to do it to help but I don't want her to feel like she has to do it.  It was nice to get some of the stuff but I reminded her that a lot of it is expired and I don't need anything expiring in my stomach.  I can go to Taco John's for that.  She was really bothered by someone being rude to her and then people skipping in line.  I'm fine with her giving it a rest or not going back.  It was a nice thing but it's not a necessary thing either.  It seems like people are getting greedier and she said that a lot of the women go to all of the food banks around the Milwaukee area.  Well that's disgusting.  That's a little too much. Sigh.

We actually got a turkey we think might be spoiled.  It was like defrosting on the way home when I picked her up.  We had gotten one from Pick n' Save but the pantry was offering them as well so she figured why not?  As someone who's had food poisoning three times in my life, I'm not looking for number four.  Now I got to figure out how to dispose of the evidence without looking like a jerk.  It sounds like a John Candy movie.  Dispose of the turkey.  Sigh.  

We have had the news on more because of the Epstein files but it was getting to be too much yesterday when they talked about what they wanted to do with Mark Kelly for making that video.  It's an insult that a woman beating drunk runs the pentagon.  I know Mark Kelly will be fine and fight this.  Damn.  Sigh.

I hope for a sane day. I hope I get my wish.

I hope the good humans have a good day. 


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