Seems may be the word onto which we hang our hope. Certainly Evil wants Good to feel hopeless and nothing can be done. I don't think things will be better anytime soon but there was enough shared experience this weekend people know they are not alone.
If you comment anonymously, it'd be nice to have a name to go with the comment. It helps me string other people's comments and therefore their experiences together.
The shit show since January 20th has been a big reason for my reclusiveness the last few weeks. Let the comments fly. Create a crisis. Lie that you resolved it. Get your sycophants to suck it all up. Rinse. Repeat...for four F' ing years. Oh, and let's shout, "but her emails" while a foreign oligarch is raiding our private personal data with his hoard of teenagers. Let's pardon January 6th criminals, several of which immediately committed additional crimes. I said it was going to be my only political post election post but man, it's even worse than I could have imagined.
N ow a big life update and another explanation for my blog absence. I toured a few homes with my son in mid April. He wanted me with as he's not really lived in Minnesota (before coming back) since he was 19 and he's never owned a home. After a winter of snow, a spring so far of cold, and rain, and employment opportunities that require flexibility, he shifted his search to low maintenance living. He almost put an offer on a beautiful condo with all his buttons checked just across the main road from my neighborhood. He paused though, realizing he doesn't want to settle down in our town but rather move to one of the twin cities. I'm much less familiar with Minneapolis but aware areas he'd probably like were a tad out of his pric e point. I know St Paul pretty well so was of more help. We proceeded to tour a few condos in St. Paul. A great two bedroom, two bath, while needing updates, was a top contender. Still, something was missing though lo...
I've missed blogging. I blogged for nearly nine years in a previous iteration. It was a daily ritual during the long hiatus from regular life that the Covid pandemic created. Even as the world, my world, opened up again, the clicking away on my phone or computer keyboard, reading comments if something I said had any resonance, and reading and commenting on other blogs in return became my morning norm. Life sure is unpredictable. A year ago, just after Christmas, I had read of the tragic loss of my blogger friend's husband who passed away on Christmas morning, then read one of her readers lost her husband the same week. Never would I imagine just a few weeks later would I be joining that unasked for club, faced with my own widow story. But there it is. I've had to try and figure out life in this unplanned and foreign place. I'm not a young widow, having raised and launched three children, but at now 58, feel too young to be thought of in the same space as my 8...
Same.
ReplyDeleteTruly awful.
ReplyDeleteIt’s just horrific. 😢
ReplyDeleteSo sad :(
ReplyDelete:( :(
ReplyDeleteHave no words ☹️
ReplyDeleteLiz in CA
So terrible
ReplyDeleteI'm fearful that it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
ReplyDeleteSo so sad :(
ReplyDeleteIt makes me so sad and furious at the same time.
ReplyDeleteNo words.
ReplyDeleteYes ma'am. No Kings!!!!
ReplyDeleteHorrible. The fact that it happened in the "safety" of their own homes makes it a million times worse.
ReplyDeleteHorrifying and completely unacceptable
ReplyDeleteJoAnn
My heart hurts.
ReplyDeleteOne Minnesota.
ReplyDeleteI’m Solidarity,
-Meg B.
*in*, but I’m works too in this case.
DeleteDreadful news. Sending love. xxx
ReplyDeleteSeems may be the word onto which we hang our hope. Certainly Evil wants Good to feel hopeless and nothing can be done. I don't think things will be better anytime soon but there was enough shared experience this weekend people know they are not alone.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your community.
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