Sometimes you have to wonder if people are genuinely wanting to solve problems, or if they just want to stir up the mud.
There are far more mud stirrers than you would think. Or at least than I would think. Sometimes I hate this place.
This place being Earth.
It’s a rough way to start out a week, angry and annoyed, but that’s pretty much the base emotion these days, everything piles on top of angry and annoyed.
At least they are emotions that can be channeled for writing.
Speaking of writing, I don’t think I’ve mentioned my writing for Rantt Media on my blog. It’s political, some of it nuts-and-bolts, some of it more toward analysis.
Here are my articles, if you’re interested, and I’ll be adding a link in the sidebar. I suppose I could have done that with more fanfare.
It’s the annoyedness again.
Anyway, I’m off to do…stuff. Have a great, productive Monday in which you manage to channel your frustration.
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.
We will not be resigned.
So here we are back at Monday again. This weekend I spent a lot of time being scolded in response to a tweet. The nice thing about twitter, though, is you can just make those people disappear.
No worries, I was scolded unjustly as there is nothing people enjoy more than blaming a woman for the faults of men, in this case the Speaker of the House while pretending the turtlely Senate Majority Leader is as innocent as a brand-new hatchling.
In case you were worried.
Nonetheless, here I am on Monday feeling the full Mondayness of it all, and more than a little nonplussed. Which is probably the point, I’d guess at least two-thirds of the scolders were fake accounts.
Social media is so strange. It’s an entirely made-up world, and you have no idea if the people in it are even remotely real. Meanwhile it’s sunny and perfect outside, and there’s no question that that is real.
So that is me on this Monday. I hope you have a great one.
Not in a definitive frame of mind today. Do I want to blog?
Make inroads in those pesky pesky projects lurking just beyond this blog in the pile of words yet unwritten?
Chuck it all in and feed a different part of my brain all together today?
The one thing I do not want to do today is marinate in the awful goings-on of the world. Just today.
There’s a constriction in ambivalence, the narrowing of roads when a decision is made. Wait long enough, and sometimes the decision is made for you.
Regardless, it’s Monday, and Monday it will do. Have a great one.
It sure is Monday. This feels like the Mondayist of Mondays.
It’s not bad out, it’s pretty in that whispery, silvery-blue way, but I had to retype the start of that sentence because my fingers were on the wrong keys. So yeah, Monday.
And the start of July. Wow.
I think I need more caffeine in my life. My sleep and my nerves disagree, but maybe we can work something out.
There’s always tea, right?
It was a quiet weekend, yesterday I found an Australian show on Prime called “Spirited” and though only the first season is available, loved it. It’s weird and entertaining and it has Super Hans and if you don’t know who Super Hans is you’re clearly lacking in your British television department.
(He’s from “Peep Show.” It’s this very cringey-yet-funny comedy. I think it’s on Hulu.)
So I have to disengage from lazy mode and try to get focused. Have a great Monday.
Monday really came at me this morning. First I couldn’t get my workout to stream, then I discovered a tub of guacamole had fallen out of the fridge…last night.
Then a jar of spaghetti sauce decided it couldn’t live without the guacamole, and IT took a dive. There was glass.
I knew I didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning.
My Roomba apparently feels the same way, it seems pretty dedicated to staying under the couch.
Now that’s a full-on Monday. I’m hoping we can reach a truce.
Overall it was a relaxing, quiet weekend, so I guess it’s only fair? It probably isn’t, but I’m working on that truce thing. See?
And right on cue, the Roomba distress signal. It’s wedged under the farthest reaches of the sofa. I’m going in.
If I’m not back by tomorrow, send in a team.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.
Well, I’m back and I can’t say I’m feeling any better about what’s going on, but here we are. I’m still at a low boil, though.
So I decided to try to find a good inspirational quote. Have you ever tried to find a good inspirational quote?
It’s harder than it looks.
I tried random quote generators, but most links were how to build random quote generators, and really, that’s not what I had in mind for my day. Or week.
I have no idea how long that would take me.
Instead I decided to focus on just one word: Breathe.
I am going to try to breathe this week, to not carry the tension of our dissolving world on my literal shoulders, hunching, tensing. My physical discomfort will change nothing.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.
So this morning it was brightly sunny.
And then it rained.
And then it was sunny.
And now it’s cloudy but bright, possibly about to rain again.
Today has no idea what it wants to be. But we’re all like that sometimes, I guess the weather gets a turn too.
I had a weekend largely away from the interwebs, and I can’t say that I minded. I went to an art fair yesterday, out in the sunshine and the muddy, squishy fields.
Probably shouldn’t have worn my new shoes. Alas.
And here we are with a new week and a new perspective. Or sort of a new perspective. Maybe mostly the old perspective.
Hmm, it seems the weather’s mood is catching.
I hope you have the loveliest of Mondays.
Drinking out of my “embrace your inner unicorn” mug this morning, but I’m having a hard time finding a sparkle, let alone a rainbow. And you can forget the glorious, shimmery horn.
I am off today.
Yes, it’s Presidents’ Day (PLURAL POSSESSIVE!) so I can, technically, take it little easier, but by off I mean off my game. Like I just had to try three times to hit that period.
Yesterday I had a headache, and I think it’s still with me, slowing down the old noggin. And fingers. I actually dropped a piece of sushi yesterday.
On the floor of the restaurant.
Never done that before. It’s sushi.
The day started gray and ominous, but suddenly it’s sunshine, the surprise snow–they said one to two inches, but they didn’t say they meant repeatedly–fresh and white.
Hopefully it’s a metaphor for the rest of the day.
So I’m going to Monday my Monday. I hope you have a fabulous start to your week.
(Photo by mark glancy from Pexels )
And a good Monday to you. Especially if you’re feeling the same way about it I am, which is…unenthused.
I did get a new keyboard, though, and I’m trying it out right now. I think once it’s had a little wear, it will be pretty nice. I can use it on the keyboard tray as opposed to my lap, which is good. It’s a super cheap one, and it’s pretty loud and clicky, but who’s going to complain?
I can pretend I’m speeding away on an old-fashioned typewriter.
A debate over whether to have a second cup of coffee materialized into a second cup of coffee. I don’t regret it, at least not yet.
We’ll see how I feel when I’m wide-awake at midnight.
I got my additional power cord, so now I don’t have to carry it back and forth. My little desk office is pretty much complete, though I may get a gel wrist rest or cover thing, the edge of the keyboard tray has nice wrist support but edges.
I’m hoping this week will have lots of writing, though it will also have lots of folding of laundry, again. It’s strange how you have to keep doing that.
And off we go. I hope you’re having a perfect start to your week, but if you aren’t, feel free to complain about it.