Day 2, past the end of the world as we knew it.
The sun is shining. It seems I have caught up on lost sleep.
Much as I loathe the phrase "It is what it is", it seems appropriate.
After 8 years of hearing my President referred to with disrespect, seeing disparaging cartoons and listening to the total ignorance of all the good things he accomplished,The Shoe Is On The Other Foot.
I seriously doubt I will ever again use the words President in the same sentence with the word Trump.
For years, President Obama was disrespected by all forms of media and haters. Now it's my turn. There will be no respect for #45. IF the totally unlikely happens & he should earn it, this will be revisited.
In the meantime, #45 will suffice.
Much as I love a good beach, the plans to move to Mexico are on hold.
What will the future hold?
How can we band together to guard our lives and the futures of our children, grandchildren and great-grands? I have no answers aside from vigilance & education.
Somehow we survived Bush 1 & 2. We will survive #45, but how? What state will we be in 4 years from now?
The crystal ball is out of order.
We must draw our circle of love close.
We must take care of each other.
We must be kind to others.
Yep, Love will trump Hate.
So on Day 2 of The New World Order, it's time to start.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Adulting - a necessary evil
Adulting: behaving like an actual grown up, especially when you don't want to.
So today I passed up an invitation to do fun stuff because
1. 2:00 appointment with my shrink
2. If the casa isn't tidied up I'll go bonkers
(Winter decor is finally put away. Spring is in a state of indecision.)
(Not even talking about the office/craft room. That's another depressing story)
3. Fun stuff usually involves spending $$. And I am determined to be frugal.
My therapist/friend Bev would be so proud of me, if only I could share with her. She up & retired on me, carrying adulting to a new level.
Comment away, because I can't be the only one who has these issues.
So today I passed up an invitation to do fun stuff because
1. 2:00 appointment with my shrink
2. If the casa isn't tidied up I'll go bonkers
(Winter decor is finally put away. Spring is in a state of indecision.)
(Not even talking about the office/craft room. That's another depressing story)
3. Fun stuff usually involves spending $$. And I am determined to be frugal.
My therapist/friend Bev would be so proud of me, if only I could share with her. She up & retired on me, carrying adulting to a new level.
Comment away, because I can't be the only one who has these issues.
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