I think about blogging everyday but then I get wrapped up in the news and the mess going on, musk and his minions delving into our financial data. I am up in arms and then I feel so down I can hardly think. I have ventured into some pretty dark places of rumble or comments from the right. I wish I could say I wasn't losing my mind in grief but I would be lying. I told Bri the other day, I did not think I would see democracy crumble in my lifetime.
I have to say the last couple of weeks have been torture, I am sure for all of us sane people. The two things that are keeping me sane this week is that 1) we have snow and the girls and all of their friends are giggling and running in and out of the house 2) watching the hummingbird. When I think I am going to start screaming, I go the back door and watch the miracle of the little hummingbird survival in winter.
I have not deleted my fb yet but am getting closer and closer.
I am going to brush my hair and take the girls to Hobby Lobby.
My sister-in-law birthday is coming up and I have been looking around for something fun to get her.
I love the flowers at chive.com where there is a huge selection of beautiful flowers.
Board Talk Studio on etsy and on Instagram. I LOVE her art. I need something that makes me happy right now.
FB post this morning:
Packed you underwear, Dramamine. Grab your barf bag. We are traveling to earth two for four years, or what I call The Twilight Zone of lies and grift
I hear the cult are booing former presidents. It’s like we are in the middle of one of those pay-to-view, fake WWE shows. Stupid, classless, clueless… what can I say.
You know that you can tell how badly made a movie is within minutes, and how horrible it is going to be? I have watched many of these on YouTube the last year. Well, I just skipped the one this morning because it had bad actors, and you know the predictable ending is going to be pathetic
So I will go back to having my morning cry, just like I did the previous trump administration. Waking up sweaty at 3 or 4 am, to the reality that he has done something stupid and uncalled for the night before. My ‘holly hunter cry moment’
Thoughts that go through my mind today:
I love scrubbing off dried refried beans from plates
You know those plastic toothpicks we see all over the place in parking lots and such? Well, know I find them all over the house and bathroom.
I see more trash on the grands girls bedroom floor, than I do in the actual trashcan
Now the kitchen is clean again, so we can start all over again making it a mess
Jesus, who just burned the chocolate chip cookie in the microwave?
I wish the kids would tell me when Pixie poops in the bathroom!
How many more cups of coffee will it take this morning?
Last night Mason was up at midnight, couldn't sleep and the dogs woke me up and we looked outside to see the deepest, bluest, most amazing night sky I have seen in a long time. We both stayed out, in the cold, on the deck just looking. It was magical.
I am investigating how to download my post and photos from FB. Looking up post about my mom, dad, brother, david ... and all the comments and photos, it becomes incredibly difficult to just delete all. But that is what I want to do. That an Threads which I tried to delete but could not remember the password the it would not allow me to create another. So tied to to technology, emotionally! I am disgusted with myself.
Of course I am not watching the asshole's inauguration. I have decided to watch Davids's favorite PBS baseball series instead. That is hours and hours of delight. Then next I might watch the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. I have all of these DVDs. Bri keeps telling me to get rid of them, but we have 100's and I knew they would come in handy some day.
I hope I can pull myself out of this black hole of anger and despair. I am so disgusted with this country. Oh, did you see asshole started his own crypto currency a day before the inauguration and made billions of dollar in one day? At least on paper. Oh, and then Melania launched her own the following day. Welcome to the land of grift.
Sen. Ron Johnson (R-WI) said he was "totally supportive" of purchasing Greenland after MAGA economist Stephen Moore suggested renaming the autonomous territory of the Kingdom of Denmark to "Trumpland."
Ann Weber's organic sculptures are delicious. Makes me want to do art!
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One week of sanity left. I am trying to enjoy waking not and not checking if he has started some random war or nuked some country that he wants to buy.
I watched the wild fire news until I could emotionally take anymore. Then turned back to mind-numbing Hallmark mystery movies. Don't give ME the side-eye! I probably will not be able to find 4 years of entertainment to take my mind off of politics. I am giving it much thought.
Am re-watching some Miss Marple while I do dishes today.
I have so much to do around the house that I am sure I have at least two years worth of work to keep my mind occupied.
Textile artist, Vanessa Barragão is dedicated to the creation of tapestries using a variety of techniques. Her artwork combines using ancestral techniques of latch hooking, crochet, weaving, knitting, basketry, and felting.
So I just watched trump's unhinged presser about greenland, panama canal, and changing gulf of mexico to gulf of america. The man is insane. Then zuck saying he is getting rid of fact-checkers.
Trying to figure out how to stay sane.
I am going to delete my threads account (FB based), and probably FB ... I know everyone will really miss my ranting there (not). I hate to delete Instagram, but it is fB based. I do not want to support these platforms that obviously don't give a shit about truth, reality or justice.
I will is miss fb Marketplace! and posting about the grandkids but I have decided I can also just note all of that on the blog. All of my ranting about trump for 8 years didn't do a thing.
I need to find my important post like David's obit, mom's obit, etc and save those out.
Just trying to talk through my next course of action.
I am not using my shift for caps because it keeps getting stuck. I guess I am going to have to get a new keyboard soon.
The sun is shining, Matt is working on the stairs! The kids are back in school and we have a couple of hours of peace and quiet. All is right with the world. Matt was remembering yesterday, when David would like his fingers to comb Matt's hair down before photos. It is the sweet things we remember about the ones we love and who loved us.
I wish I was at the beginning of decorating my home. I love this huge fish wallpaper!
I was telling my friend the other day (in her 50's) to enjoy the search and requisition of "things" because before she knows it, that desire will no longer be there.
FB Marketplace is torturing me ... MCM Franciscan Indian Summer Dinner Set-Perfect for Thanksgiving! For $125.00. I want them, desperately! But don't need them, have no place for them. Reminds me of my other Leaf Plates.
There just reaches a moment in your life when you have to start clearing out your life. Assessing your belongings. Keeping the really precious things and giving away the other stuff. And it is hard on your heart, making buying any other "precious" stuff not so appealing. Which means, even going out to look for stuff doesn't make sense. Kate and I did have fun at the Antique Mall the other day. I found3 really great finds, a signed carved duck and a cast-iron Indian chief with tepee piggy bank ... both of which David would have bought. After the visitation I had from him, it seems weird to know he was there shopping with us. Kate kept the piggy bank.
The kids left a bunch of rice out over night and I threw it out because it was like a rock. But it made me think about what my mom would have said and done about that. A child of a depression parent, and at growing up really poor she would tell me now they 'made-do" with many things. Old bread = bread pudding. Left-over pastry = my grandmother's famous chocolate rolls. Left-over rice = rice pudding, which I have had my fair share of. I wonder if the world situation will ever be like that again, where making-do is necessary. My kids don't pay attention to that now, but I know they are more than capable of doing it if it is necessary for survival.
I spent 3 hours searching stores for lemongrass paste. I went to Ranch Market, a huge asian market, they didn't have it. Then to Star Market - a little corner market my mom went to all the time ... they did not have it. I finally found it tucked away in the produce department at Safeway. Bought lemongrass and ginger paste. It feels odd to be driving around. New construction everywhere makes me feel like I have entered a different world I am not familiar with. Might have something to do with the fact I have hardly left my house in years. The world is growing up around me. Sterile looking apartment complexes are being added everywhere since they have extended light rail out to Edmonds and Lynnwood and commuting to Seattle is much easier. They are all painted grey with black trim, big box buildings with shopping possibilities in the lobbies. Absolutely NO personality. The world also seems dirtier, smaller, dingier. The weather has been so bleak, rainy, foggy here that it is getting to me.
I am going to attempt to make Tom Kha Gai - Thai Coconut Soup. I have made it before, many years ago. But cooking is so foreign to me now. Doing dishes is much more my speed.
CBS Sunday Morning had a great segment on Creative Growth Art Center in Oakland, Ca., a space where artists with disabilities could make art.
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