It’s sunny, and springy, and Monday all over. There’s construction noise, which was scheduled and to be expected and yet it doesn’t make it less noisy.
Life, I guess.
More coffee is on the way, and somehow I really need it this morning. I feel up to my ears in news and it’s only 10 am.
That’s every day now.
Perhaps one of the most difficult aspects of this new, awful era is how fragmented the damage is. Everyone is dealing with their own rubble.
Government-funded jobs with the ground disappearing under feet; sudden threatened jumps in the prices of everything, including medications; coming scarcity of a wide range of things; Social Security insecurity; risk of being apprehended sent to a foreign prison; on and on and on and on.
Obviously, that’s the plan.
It’s an attack of the US government against its own citizens. Notice I went with “its,” not the conventional “her,” because it’s interesting how female pronouns are used to imply women doing the harm.
We can definitively say that is not the case here.
Overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm.
And isolate.
There is a little light, though.
The splash back is happening, and it’s wildly acidic. It might take a while to see the holes, it might not, but they’ve started, and they will only grow.
Though it’s operating that way, this administration didn’t get there by itself. There are pipers to pay, and those pipers have bills with strings of zeros.
It’s OK to vacillate during the day, I know I do, bobbing with the waves of the news.
How many metaphors am I up to now? I’ve lost track entirely.
But to borrow the one they seem to enjoy, a high tide may raise all boats, but a very high one will destroy them all.
We are not alone on this planet, though it might feel that way, and the universe seeks equilibrium.
Things will change. Things are changing. Things have changed.
Even so, let’s not stop calling to one another, let’s keep shifting the downed cement and dust to give one another a hand.
Have a great Monday.
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