It’s THURSDAY! And that means our #ThursdayTen.
There may be some changes in July, but for now, let’s close out Pride Month with a ten word story!
Using the image above as a prompt write a ten word story.
EXACTLY ten words.
Ready? Here’s mine:
Even silly string wanted to celebrate the beauty of Pride.
I’m slow today, slow and not feeling 100%. Don’t worry, it’s not COVID, I did a test.
I’m sure there are all kinds of other bugs ready and lurking and excited that no one seems to wear masks anymore.
I mean I wear masks. But most people don’t.
So my low energy seems to be sapping my wisdom as well, such that it is. I find myself struggling today find a little tidbit to share with you.
And maybe that, itself is it. Everything doesn’t have to be easy, and that things are difficult doesn’t mean you’ve failed at them.
That things can be difficult and you can push through anyway, through the discomfort, through the uncertainty, that is the real win.
Easy things are easy.
But a whole lot of life isn’t.
That’s it for me today, have a wonderful Wednesday.
Since it’s Tuesday, here is my #MomUpdate, “Run of out worry.” Let’s get to Tuesday.
It’s primary day here in Illinois, and I’ve voted. I really hope people understand just how important this election is; it could prove even more decisive than 2016 or 2020, because if Democrats don’t win, these horrible, anti-Democratic, theocratic policies of Republicans could become permanent.
And that’s terrifying, not only here but globally.
We also have a surprise Jan. 6 Committee hearing, complete with surprise witnesses. Things are definitely heating up in that regard. I’m very curious to see what comes.
I’ll be live-tweeting, if you’re interetested.
It’s also very sunny today, and yet somehow quiet, as though everyone is waiting for the hearing. It feels like a “just before” moment, like what comes next will be big enough to shift the universe.
Maybe I am too optimistic.
But something is definitely in the air.
That’s it for me today. Have a great Tuesday, and I hope you’ll join me for that hearing. I have a feeling it will be a doozy.
When my parents got a new Roomba–the little vacuum creature that runs around looking for cords and feet–I got their old one. It’s great, of course, but it has the instincts of a puppy with a fondness for all things deadly.
Does it help more than it hurts?
Who’s to say.
It also seems to spend a lot of time trying to go to the docking station it calls home.
“You’re not done,” I tell it, as it flashes its orange charging light at me. It’s not very obedient.
It’s a sunny, summery day here in Chicago where women still have rights and our governor is working to make sure it stays that way. At the moment I feel like a lightbulb that went zzz and then dark.
Do they do that still? Is that what they do now?
Which lightbulbs do that? It’s all muddled in my head. Though probably not really that necessary for the simile.
All similes must be scientifically accurate! Says no one.
I take that back.
There’s probably one dude on twitter.
Anyway, I think that’s about all we get to ease us into yet another Monday. Have a great day.
Well Roe is overturned. That means there is no nationwide right to a safe abortion in the United States anymore. The land of the free is no longer, at least for women.
Guns are fine though.
The guns are very, very free.
Republicans are ruining this country, bit by bit, doggedly making lives more miserable, existence more awful. Not only to make a buck–and that’s their thing, money–but I think because they genuinely enjoy harming others.
They are, in all senses, anti-life. They don’t care about bundles of tissues inside women’s bodies; they care about controlling those bodies, subjugating them. Making women something less than human.
Yay.
If they weren’t anti-life, we wouldn’t have guns everywhere, something the Supreme Court ensured more of days ago. If they weren’t anti-life they wouldn’t be trying to starve children and seniors and people with disabilities.
If they weren’t anti-life, they would have abolished the death penalty and backed health care and police reform and education and daycare.
They are anti-life.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently, and say it loudly and often.
Republicans are anti-life. A lot of women, girls and other pregnant people will die and/or be permanently physically and psychologically harmed.
They’re celebrating that. As only the anti-life can do.
Have a weekend that will help you to work toward change.
It’s time for our #ThursdayTen!
Using the above image as a prompt, write a ten word story.
EXACTLY ten words.
No problem, right?
Right.
Ready? Here’s mine:
“It’s EXACTLY ten words!” she shouted to the valley below.
It’s definitely summer, with sunny skies and sweaty temperatures. I’m on an iced coffee kick, there’s nothing quite as good when the temperature heats you all the way through like this.
This is one of those days where I need to be efficient, but though my brain knows it, the rest of me is stuck in leisurely mode. “I’ll get to it” mode.
Barely moving mode.
I definitely need to pick up the pace. Or establish a pace.
I’ve got to get going already.
Then again I have to remind myself it’s OK to just do the thing that you’re doing. You don’t have to have your mind ahead on tasks still looming.
Slow and steady, or something like that.
One thing at a time, or something like that.
You can do it!
Or something like that.
That was for both of us.
Anyway, I’ll wrap up this task and on to the next one. Have a great Wednesday.
Here is my Tuesday Mom Update, “However it comes, whatever it means.” And now Tuesday.
It’s wildly sunny, which feels appropriate for the summer solstice. I didn’t realize it had arrived already, it feels so soon.
It’s going to be hot again, close to a hundred degrees. But that’s nothing compared to the heat Republicans will face with the next January 6 committee hearing, which will begin in just over an hour, as of the time of this writing.
Hang on to your seats, as they say.
If you don’t have access to the hearings but are curious to follow along, you can always go over to my twitter account, I’ll be live-tweeting. These hearings have been fascinating, to say the very least.
And that’s it for this pretty scattered Tuesday. I hope you have a fantastic day.
It’s sunny and summery. The good summery, not the sweltering kind. Though maybe you like the sweltering kind.
I am not a fan.
I’m trying to get myself going in an efficient way today, but for some reason the Mondayness of it all is pulling me back, slow, plodding.
But plodding is still forward. Especially on a Monday.
Especially on a Monday.
You probably know by now the answer I think will work is coffee. I should be making a second cup at this point and yet…I am just typing away. Well, typing away is a little bit of an exaggeration. Typing haltingly while trying to do two other things is more accurate.
Probably one thing at a time is the way to go. That’s really what I’m doing, anyway, little chunks of one thing at a time. And little chunks add up.
Anyway, that’s it for me today, I’m going to try to focus on two things at a time. Have a great Monday.
Sometimes I think people forget how the internet works. It’s not like a physical space where someone can follow you around and pester you with insults.
Our personal little corners aren’t open to the public, aren’t required to welcome everyone regardless.
And yet.
Frequently you come across the types who get indignant when you don’t want to engage. As a woman, this is not new to me. The utter sense of entitlement they have to attack or berate me with the firm belief that I am obligated to listen.
In public, women do this because we are calculating our risk. It’s not “respect.” It’s not that person’s right or their due. We just want to get out of the situation intact and unharmed.
But.
Virtual spaces don’t carry that physical danger, and there are tools to make these men–inevitably they are men–disappear.
Poof.
It turns out I had one such man, though I didn’t know it. Incensed I had blocked him on twitter, he came here to berate me. Left an email address and everything.
To berate me.
But even WordPress seemed to know he didn’t deserve a platform on my platform; there it sat pending approval for weeks without my even knowing it was there.
Imagine that.
That angry, angry fly beating his wings against the screen, and here I was, oblivious, admiring the view.
The world has changed, and the bullies don’t like it. The rest of us are tickled. Let them writhe in their frustration, let them seethe.
It has nothing to do with us.
Have a great Friday and a fantastic weekend.
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