Here we are, 2018!
I needed some rest. It wasn't just that I still can't bend my knee (at least I don't need to use the crutches all of the time anymore, but I'm still wearing the bandage) - I felt so exhausted, I couldn't bring myself to switch on the computer. For the first time, mom and I did really nothing but relaxing - which isn't typical, especially for her. Timmy enjoyed it. He loves waking me up at 5:30 a.m. to get his breakfast, then go to bed again. Then he starts nagging at me again around 8:30 a.m. - but this time not to get his second breakfast, but to run downstairs into the living room, where I have to sit down in our big armchair, and he climbs upon my shoulder and curls himself up there, just to snuggle
This has become our morning routine these past fews days, and I'm sure he won't like it when I have to get back to work again on Thursday.
(He's lying right beside me now). I wish you could see me sitting here right now - my furry assistant at my right-hand-side (soaking wet from the rain, but that doesn't prevent him from trying to plant his butt on the keyboard).
I'm glad you're doing better - you sound good
It's not that I don't love Timmy. It's just that I'm old, and I prefer a aged cat snoring on my bed to one that wants to sit his soggy bottom on anything electronic
- let alone my computer
. But he sounds like just the right fit for you, and I'm happy he came into your life
I've had second thoughts about what I wrote earlier. I am positively terrified, and I can't imagine being alive, let alone being a small child during the Third Reich. I have so much respect for your mom. Each and every day, here, it sounds as though the noose is beginning to tighten around this administration, but there's apparently nothing in place to quickly remove this danger from office.
The other day, I heard a story about Benjamin Franklin. The details were still being hammered out, and as he left the meeting, a woman stopped him and asked if we were to have a democracy or a republic. He replied,
A republic, madam. If you can keep it.
I feel sorry for the people who voted for him, and regret it now. Unfortunately, there's not enough of them to stand up and admit it. Yesterday, there was a car in front of me with a Trump sticker, saying something about being non-PC and proud of it. You don't see many of them now. I've counted two in the past four months and that was the second one. It may be that they just can't admit they've been snookered. I spent that whole year - 2016 - trying to find out what the 'attraction' was. Some said it was that they couldn't stand the other candidate (mainly because they had swallowed all of the propaganda against her, and it'll be a cold day in hell when they back down from that, too.) Or they just believed him, and I think it's this one.
Let's hope 2018 will bring a much-needed impeachment. I am, however, anxious about what will happen then. He's feeding his followers with so much false information, I'm afraid an impeachment might turn out into some kind of civil war - riots at least. My mother says it reminds her of the WW2 times (she's born in 1938 and was a child during the war), and she is really frightened.
He's not the only one spouting garbage. We still have Russia causing trouble, besides Trumps minions; don't forget, he's got the Fox Network sucking up. I am so ashamed of the Republicans in Congress, and I didn't think it was possible to be more disgusted then I am - they surprised me. I can't help wondering sometimes what Lincoln would think.
It's not simply a matter of voting him out of office - he needs to leave before something happens that none of us will recover from. And I mean the whole world, a nuclear nightmare. We have nothing to stop him, legally, from pressing the button. I know it sounds crazy, but tackling him or disobeying him in this matter is not just considered bad form or illegal. It's treason. I'm not afraid of dying; I'm scared of living through that, even for a short while.
I have never seen anybody who had so little regard for all that matters, as this guy. I refuse, and I haven't yet and I won't call him president. He's not mine, and never would be - not after all the years of birtherism. That alone kept me from even considering him in the office; everything else I've known just added to it. I look at some of those who still support him, like the brown-shirts of the 1930's. They won't know what they've lost till it's gone. I don't care that he 'won' the Electoral College. He lost the popular vote, and that tortures him like untreated burn, to which I say 'GOOD'.
Now, he's supposed to have a check-up at Bethesda, sometime this month. The results are to be revealed to the American people, but I'll believe it when I see it. We don't even have a baseline for his health, and I'm thinking that he's following in his father's wake with Alzheimer's. I just don't believe we'll be told the truth, if there's anyway he can prevent it.
It's not that I don't trust anyone anymore. I've just come to expect, what in the past, would never have occurred to me.
But one more thing - now that I've finally had some sleep after taking the medication intended for daylight hours
. That's the second time I've done that in two years. I hope I'm done.
Anyway, it's important that we not lose hope. That we don't let it, that thing
, become the new normal. Yeah, we're sick of it. At least once a day, I'm screaming (internally), Make it stop!
It's exhausting, especially for me, who has done rather well at avoiding this until now. It's vital that we take care of ourselves
- Get enough sleep! Don't argue with me, just do it!
- Do something nice for somebody who probably has less in reserve than you.
- Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and avoid the urge to flavor it.
- Take one meal a week and eat what you want. Go ahead, make it sheet cake if that's what floats your boat, but only do that
once a month (if you missed the SNL with Tina Fey, go Youtube it.)
- Offer to walk a dog. Any dog - borrow one if you have to. There's something grounding about picking up poop that can't be explained.
- Listen to music you like for a change (time to shift out the Christmas CDs for a little Eugene Hutz.)
- Smile at a baby. With your teeth in.
That's all I've got. Now go forth and do this...