You've raised a compassionate child. I'm glad you are there for each other.

Matilda didn't even let me attend any of her games this year.

Also, I wasn't at the game where Emmett hit his first grand slam.

After my dad stopped coaching, neither of my parents went to any of my baseball games and I liked it that way. I liked having my own world.

I rebounded to sanity and deleted my responses to my friend who was being wrong on the internet. So wrong, but if I am going to debate her I would rather do it face to face. I may end up burning that bridge before the end of election season, but our mothers were preggers at the same time and I have known her my entire life so I will tolerate her for a bit. (for context, using bible passages to foment hate for immigrants)

I'll likely visit with her over the summer as she never left Utica, and I won't hesitate to debate such things in person.

According to the Weather Service, Maryland had seven tornadoes last week. As far as I can tell, no one got a trip to Oz out of any of them,

I believe flying monkeys would be a step up from the orange felon.

I rebounded to sanity and deleted my responses to my friend who was being wrong on the internet. So wrong, but if I am going to debate her I would rather do it face to face.

It's such a strange time. I'm working on a program that I'll run next month called, Sanity Camp. The title is tongue in cheek, but there is a real need for discernment and centering right now.

One of my friends from the March (38 years ago...a very deep, storied friendship) used to eviscerate wrong ones on the regular. A few days ago, someone on her feed said a dumb thing. I gently responded and he came back with some extreme, toxic masculinity...like glaringly toxic. My friend deleted my comments, which weren't all that vitriolic, I swear. She basically summarized my comments, with my words, and somehow apologized to TM man.

This is the friend who once said to me, 'now that we know what's wrong with you, we know what's wrong with the friendship.' I'd just come from a therapy session and had bared my soul. Ultimately, she was disappointed that I didn't want to live on the edge of society, sticking it to the man by stealing and sh*tting in a can. That's not an exaggeration.

I've been thinking a lot about the things we hold onto, and on a walk with Cagney, a phrase came into my head that fixed some things for me.

I didn't like her, even when I loved her.

I've had a lot of close relationships that I worked _hard_ at because I bought into that socially prescribed expectation. But, now I see things differently.

According to the Weather Service, Maryland had seven tornadoes last week. As far as I can tell, no one got a trip to Oz out of any of them,

There is a very cool video that someone from the other side of my building took, of a tornado roughly a city block from my apartment!

When the tornado alarm went off on my phone, I thought it was silly. I guess not! But, what made it interesting is that the funnel didn't reach a pointed bottom like you see on the news. It was more of a canning funnel than a liquid funnel. No trees lost, that I'm aware of, which is refreshing. On Capitol Hill, a gentle breeze would knock down trees.

People. Weather. Weird.

People. Weather. Weird.

Indeed.

It was more of a canning funnel than a liquid funnel.

Keep in mind that the visible condensation of moisture in a tornado funnel is a side effect, and does not necessarily show the full extent of the funnel.

I didn't like her, even when I loved her.

I feel that. I have a friend right now whom I love and is family, but who drives me up a wall (not politically) these days. Oh, well.

I am unreasonably tired today. Like, I think I may go snooze for twenty minutes right now tired. I think I need more (any) exercise. Must get back on a regular pool schedule. Like, tomorrow.

I didn't like her, even when I loved her.

I've had a lot of talks recently with friends in my generational cohort, who are now over 60 and have been dealing with a lot of loss/mortality and personal health issues.

The consensus from the far side of 60 is: I don't have time for that.

Everyone is becoming keenly aware that they are getting to the short side of their timeline, and nobody wants to spend emotional energy on toxic relationships.

The other point of consensus is just that everybody is focused on an exercise program that's going to maintain functionality. We've all experienced and seen that if you're not moving your body regularly your range of possible activity begins to shrink in a hurry.