#FridayThoughts: Oh yeah. Right.

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Just realized I haven’t yet written a post today. It’s been a backward, mixed-up kind of day, and I think I lost one of my favorite earrings.

I know, right?

How it could have vanished, I’m not sure, it was there and then it was not and of course I fear it might have decided to find a drain. Earrings can do that, you know.

Maybe I’ll find it. Maybe I won’t. Given it’s 2020, I probably won’t but I guess you never know.

It’s sunny today, and yet a kind of day where the sun doesn’t penetrate, not quite. We’re in a man-made hole and I specify man because essentially all of them are. Men who want wealth and power above all else; men who think other people exist only to give them those things.

So it’s not great.

I’m still not optimistic, the loss of an earring will exacerbate that for you, but I am only willing to call the end the end. Otherwise, I will make my pizza later and watch a movie, and try not to think too far in the future.

Sometimes it works. Anyway, have a great Friday, which is already half-overish, and a wonderful weekend.


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#ThursdayThoughts ten word photo prompt: possibilities

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Photo by Naveen Annam on Pexels.com

It’s ten word story time! Using the above image as a prompt, write a ten word story.

Exactly ten words.

I admit I considered not doing a prompt this week given all that’s happened, but sometimes you need a distraction. Or you need fiction to help deal with reality.

Anyway, here’s mine:

Bader opened the portal. She only had to find when.

#WednedayWisdom: A quarter-inch forward is still forward

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I get it. I feel it too, I wanted to crawl back into bed the moment I got out of it, pull the covers over my head and wait for a new reality. Only that’s not how new realities are made.

And I said to myself, “I bet Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg never went back to bed.”

And she had a myriad of valid reasons.

We may be walking face-first into a hurricane of lies and hypocrisy and a kind of evil it’s basically impossible to wrap your brain around, but the only certain way they win is if we don’t try at all. If we believe them when they tell us it’s futile, then it most certainly is.

Any forward progress is forward progress, no matter how slight. Remember that, and have a great Wednesday.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

#TuesdayThoughts: schadenfreude or I never promised you I was a nice person

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Things, which are already very bad, are going to get worse. Much much worse, all thanks to the Republicans who promised us healthcare and yet are poised to end it in the middle of a preventable pandemic which, incidentally, also caused the largest economic downturn since the Great Depression. Oh goody.

But here’s the thought that’s keeping me upright right now. The pain we feel, they will also feel. There will be no escape from exclusions from health insurance. They don’t have some special plan that just takes it away from us.

Yes, I will enjoy seeing every single one of those Republican voters shocked that they have to declare bankruptcy because of their medical bills. It used to be the biggest cause of bankruptcy prior to the ACA, which this newly kangarooed Supreme Court is going to overturn.

I will enjoy them suddenly surprised that their medication, which they already thought was expensive, is now completely not affordable.

I will enjoy each and every twist and turn of their misery under this regime they embraced, joyously embraced, idiotically embraced.

Bitter laughter is what we’ve got.

I never promised you I was a nice person. Have a good Tuesday, grab your sword and fight like hell.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

#MondayThoughts: May her memory be a revolution

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The headline is not original, I’d credit it if could but I’ve only seen it as an unattributed meme.

The loss of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg is devastating on so many levels, not the least of which is the rising tide of authoritarianism. There is so much bad news out of the trump regime and so little attention paid, one by one the stories drop off like they never happened at all.

I’m not hopeful, but I’m also not resigned.

There is a roiling wave of anger like this nation has never seen. Democratic candidates brought in record amounts of money in RBG’s memory, and the best thing we can do is fight. Even when we feel like we’re drowning, we find the surface.

Justice Ginsberg never gave up. She fought her body for years just to be here for us, for this nation, for women, for every citizen, for justice. She fought, she fought hard, and now, it’s our turn.

I will be forever grateful to an icon who is eternal in her legacy. So let’s get to it, folks.

Have an empowered Monday.

#FridayThoughts: Oh yeah.

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Someone may have forgotten to write a blog post this morning. I’m not naming any names but you probably have a pretty good guess.

I have no reason, really, I’m just a little forgetful lately, with my head so crammed with information, I suppose a thing now and then might fall right on out of there. Or I have a low grad migraine.

Either is possible.

The weather has turned, and I’m chilly as I write this, no heat yet because who knows if it will stay this way. But it’s more than halfway through September and this year keeps gliding by, but nonchalantly smashing things along the way.

It’s been a long four years.

For a forgotten blog, I don’t have much to say today, aside from I hope the rest of your Friday is smooth and you have a wonderful weekend.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

#ThursdayThoughts Ten word photo prompt: Shattered

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Photo by Thiago Matos on Pexels.com

It’s ten word story time! Using the image above as prompt, write a ten word story.

Exactly ten words.

Easy as mud!

Ready? Here’s mine:

Bala shattered the glass.

Oops.

Her coffee was back there.

#WednesdayWisdom: Resist cynicism

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I’m one to talk, right? But as we hit the last upward hike of our ascent toward the election, discouragement is all around us. Our votes won’t matter; we won’t vote; no one will turn out; it’s already over.

And to that I say a hearty plbbbbbtttt.

If we couldn’t win, they wouldn’t be trying to stop us from doing it. If our votes don’t matter, why are they so intent on preventing us from doing so?

In the famous words of someone famous you know I’m going to look up as soon as I’ve typed this sentence, it ain’t over ’til it’s over.

(It was Yogi Berra.)

We need to scramble, to claw, to fight our way out of this nightmare. If it were easy, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. We got her on the path of least resistance.

No more. In another set of words borrowed from Yogi Berra, when you come to a fork in the road, take it. Our fork is waiting.

Have a great Wednesday.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

#TuesdayThoughts

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Not even 10 am yet and my head is reeling from the onslaught of news. We’ve had enough for several weeks and yet it keeps coming, huge story after huge story.

It’s a lot.

Outside it might be sunny, it might be gray, it’s really difficult to tell. It’s quiet, though, whatever it is, and I’m trying to get my mind in the day, and not off floating somewhere that used to be and now is not.

We are where we are. How everyone couldn’t see this is where it would go is beyond me, but there are people surprised every day, like it’s the first day, like it hasn’t happened a hundred times before.

So.

Anyway, I’m going to try to get myself focused. Have a great Tuesday.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

#MondayThoughts: Did you hear about Venus?

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Oh Gus from Psych is probably thrilled. They found a gas that is often a signature of life, though it may not be in this case. Still, the possibilities are fun to contemplate, many many miles away from here.

Gray again after a sunny respite yesterday. Now the sky is gray and the clouds are gray, and it’s not unpleasant to look at but it doesn’t look like summer.

I had mediocre sleep but a good workout, and I’ve landed somewhere in the middle, my brain tired despite the coffee, my body awake, mostly. It definitely feels like a Monday in the apocalypse, our slow-motion collapse teetering another of this house of cards.

Ah. Cheerful.

Although maybe being cheerful at times like these is more of a problem than not. This is not the 21st century we envisioned, at least outside of a disaster movie.

Anyway, that’s it for me this Monday. Have a great day.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.