I’m in the midst of a grumpy Monday, and by that I mean Monday is grumpy. Not me. Aside from picking up a cough, apparently, I’m peachy.
No, it’s Monday who’s lashing out, with Twitter typos and messing up my coffee. I have a single-cup coffee maker that uses a cone filter, not a pod, and I started the coffee this morning without a cup underneath.
OK, well, that one might have been me.
But Monday made me do it. Somehow.
It’s gray again, a hint of fog but this one looks warmer than the last, if such a thing is possible. Sparse snow lies uneasily in streaks over grass that is oddly more green than brown.
I suppose we all adapt.
And adapt we must. I hope you dodge its grumpiness and have a marvelous Monday.
So here we are, back to Friday. It’s thickly foggy outside, to the point that I can’t verify there actually is an outside, and though I’ve had my coffee, it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
A second cup of coffee isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.
Maybe a third.
It’s been a long, loud week, one of deep, lasting societal disappointment as we watched Republicans do exactly what we knew they would do, and yet it was still surprising to see. And then they complained about plain statements describing exactly what they were doing. They want to do it, they just don’t want to take the responsibility for it.
So on we go to the weekend, and possibly into democracy’s oblivion.
Who’s to say.
What I do know is I have a list of things that need doing, and then I’m going to crochet my way to zen. If at all humanly possible.
Right now, life feels like a narrow, narrow band with screaming banshees all around, shapeless, formless noise, like something out of an old Loony Tunes cartoon. So much information, and reality questioned at every turn, treated as though it’s merely optional.
It’s pretty easy to get carried up, up and away, but we need to stay grounded.
My best bet? Just taking a few minutes to force myself to be in the moment. Really examine something in your environment. Really listen to the sounds around you. Breathe.
All of this stuff is going to happen with or without us. While we can do our part to make sure things turn out OK, there is so much beyond our part that is out of our control. And that’s fine.
Life continues, even in the chaos, and it’s not wrong to keep that going too. Be aware, keep up to date, but make sure you ask your leaders to do their part for you. That’s why they’re there.
On Sunday I braved some frigid, frigid temps to go to Michael’s and buy yarn. So much yarn.
So very much yarn.
In my defense, I had a great coupon. And the yarn was on sale. But purchases beget other purchases and now I need something in which to store all that yarn.
I did get a reusable shopping bag where I have the yarn for the project I’m crocheting right now, and it’s got a zebra with a crown of flowers and I ask you, how does a person resist such a thing?
Besides, right now, crochet is a thing that I need. There are worse habits to feed.
It’s still frigid, but it’s gleaming outside like an ice cube, the sky a bright, cool blue except at the horizon, where even now there’s a faint band of color. Maybe the sun didn’t feel like getting up this morning.
I get it.
This is January in Chicago, determined sunshine with no warmth at all, and it’s its own kind of beautiful.
Less beautiful is the state of my manuscript, so I’m going to get on to that. I hope you have a fabulous Tuesday.
And by joint I mean slang from early last century, not the marijuana kind, even though that would be perfectly legal here in Illinois. Not my thing but you do you. With the blessing of the Illinois state legislature.
Well, that’s a tangent I didn’t expect to take this morning. No, here on this particular Monday, on this day of remembering the great Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr,. I am raring to go.
Because here’s the thing. When he started, he had so much further to go than we have to go. When he started, the people before him had even further to go. And the people before that came here in chains, against their will, eventually to be decreed 3/5ths of a person.
Just think about that.
But here we are in a future full of robots who can vacuum your floor and cars wanting to drive themselves and more information within our grasp than any human could conceive. We can speak and be heard.
Dr. King’s legacy isn’t just the remarkable things he did. His legacy lies in what he showed us we could do.
And with that thought, I feel renewed to face the wilds ahead. These are tough times, but there have been tough times before. Oppression’s win is in our resignation to it.