I killed Natter with sex toys.

It's PMM's birthday today, right?

Oh, man. It looks like a police officer was killed this morning in a shootout with a wingnut with a gun (who was also killed). That's so rough.

t edit Apparently this was the first officer killed in the line of duty since 2000. Dang.

Well, I had a much-needed uplifting conversation with a longtime community activist after the grants class I taught this morning, and then came downstairs to pouring rain and a police officer death.

Also, I am so tired of the soupy humidity and pouring rain this week.

Oh, msbelle, you'd fit in so well here!

Oh, hey. There's a gas leak outside and we're not allowed to leave the building.

I have often lamented my lack of Rebecca nearby as I would lean on you far too much for help sorting through the piles of crap stacked about my life. But I do not picture you in LA, whereas I can easily see you in Baltimore. Wherever the future takes you.

JZ, I feel about forgiveness as many others around here do (huh, fancy that!). I don't think forgiveness is always owed to those who have wronged us. You don't have to do the hard emotional work of forgiving someone who has never bothered to ask for it, even if they are dying. But it seems like what you want is closure, to be able to bury your anger and not carry it with you after she's dead. But that's about you and what you need, which seems far more the way to think about it. It sounds like you are already moving in that direction, towards taking stock and letting go.

It IS PMM's birthday! Happy birthday, Plei!

That's what forgiveness always is to people like my grandmother: they don't care how you feel, they just want to be absolved of all wrongdoing. Forgiveness means they don't have to change.

That's what forgiveness is to a lot of people, unfortunately. Which is why I don't forgive easily. I'll move on from whatever hurt or wrong they've done me and work on not giving whatever it was power and space in my life, but I won't forgive.

I killed Natter with sex toys.

It's PMM's birthday today, right?

This post cracked me up.

And many happy returns to Plei (and if it's the wrong day, happy Juneteenth to us all)

I am down for bungalows or farmhouse. My college dorm was a U-shaped building full of basically bedrooms that opened up onto a shared courtroom, and had a shared laundry room and lounge, and that actually suited me really well - space I could retreat to of my own, and shared space to be social in.

It is funny to me that I am coming from a place of NOT achieving my goals AT ALL but still in the same "So what now?" bardo state as Zen and her people.

That sounds like such a bizarro definition of forgiveness to me. Huh.