Once again, I must swear off the news.
Every time I think – yes! – this is what will be his undoing, the rat bastards provide the necessary cover to enable his foul, despicable, corrupt regime to carry on.
How do these men and women sleep at night? Truly, have they no shame?
first snow; I walk about twenty minutes
but quality over quantity; that’s what counts
eight inches of snow, with more still falling
there’s not much traffic on these unplowed streets;
the entire (lumpy, uneven) center — all to myself
spewing water like a pod of whales,
grounds crews blow out irrigation lines
up and down the fairway —
our end-of-autumn Old Faithful
~ for my husband’s mother
peacemaker for a body
ragged and worn
battling the mounting years,
piling on fear after fear
discards of summer
and the mellow days
of early autumn —
vibrant recollections
sandwiched between
the darkness & the light,
might we all stumble
every now & again
Really just want him to GO. AWAY.
This afternoon would have been Day 4. It was marked on my calendar, for quarter past three: Feed Sourdough Starter. The soupy concoction was rising nicely, building in size, growing larger. Yes, indeed. My little kitchen experiment, my first attempt at making starter for sourdough bread, was humming right along.
That is, until I preheated the oven to warm up a couple of slices of leftover pizza. Argh!!
Per the instructions on the website I’m following, it’s important to keep the starter cozy and warm in a 70-to-75-degree environment. The site suggested placing the jar, with the bubbling, potent mixture, in the oven with the light on for short periods of time.
However, I forgot that my sweet, little monster was in the oven when I set the oven temperature. To a scorching 400 degrees.
Ruh-Roh.
So. Back to the drawing board. Begin again. And this time, I’ll place a sticky note over the oven controls every time that space is ocupado!
Used to be, when I was being lazy, I hovered between feeling guilty and feeling glorious.
After I retired, it took almost six months before I could sit back and feel at ease with those days when nothing much was ever done or accomplished under my watch. Shortly after I left work – for good, on March 15th, 2017 – All Hail, the Ides of March! – I started keeping a WIAT journal: What I Accomplished Today.
Some days, the only thing I write down is the word nothing while some days there are several entries. Over the years, I’m increasingly just fine with that though truth be told, those nada entries, are pretty rare.
It’s all good. I’m at peace.
SO tired and weary and distressed by the utter chaos, hatred, pettiness, poison, misinformation, un-American-ness and division of this regime.
Sorry.
Just HAD to vent…
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