There is a reason why one of the quotes I love best from TV is about getting a chance to "return used portion" of life if you're not satisfied, Karl. I think I've been wanting to undo something, since always.
Which is not making me all that popular among the people on the "God made you different for a reason!1" CP-themed Facebook groups.(Not that I thought it would, exactly, But I look at that, and I look at "*Attitudes* are the Real Disability" and I just think "Wow, we're still doing that,' and also that there's nothing on Earth I'm really an "insider" at, much less, you know, Finding My People and all that stuff.)
{I did learn some stuff, which has mostly been a fucking drag, to be frank, but what did I think? that somebody had a cheat code so I could find the silver goblet and level up? So that's my own dumb fault, kind of. But I did hope maybe to meet someone I'd talk to more than twice. So far, meh, although mostly, if I did, it'd be "Yay, another far-flung friend," anyway and that is one base I have covered.
Cereal: But then again, grateful, satisfied people probably aren't activists. Unless they're, like the nicest people in the world. Which I think you all know me well enough that I don't make the cut for.
But I can't stop enjoying stuff, such as I ever get to anyway, that is, till I fix all the problems, cause Kay got the clearance rate, not me.(And there are definitely times these days that I don't love that stuff, either.)
Thanks, y’all!
{{{Karl}}}
grateful, satisfied people probably aren't activists. Unless they're, like the nicest people in the world.
I don’t know her inner life. But there’s a senior pastor at the church my sister and I have been going to who reminds me of my maternal grandmother. Silvery curls, petite, always with a smile. She seems grateful and satisfied (although it could just be the pastoral version of professionalism). Anyway, I found out recently that her bestie has a bail fund available for her, and that she’s exceedingly fond of what she and Rep. John Lewis called “good trouble.” I didn’t see her at the last No Kings protest, but there were hundreds of people there (and as mentioned above, she’s tiny). Anyway, it’s probably rare, but I guess it can happen.
I would say some people are like that, but a lot of us do it because we are restless. "I wear the cheese--it does not wear me."
Thank you all. I now have to somehow write an obit that captures my mother’s irreverent sense of humor (which is also mine). I got the right picture of her holding a giant zucchini! Right now it is bare bones because my uncle and I were asked what she liked to do and we were like “complain?” But she was even funny about that, I found a Whine Journal. after talking to her friends and Maria I have a little bit more to go on.
I am almost never around lately, but I love catching up when I can. This school year has been challenging, and we are officially in what we call the "hundred days of May." I will cross this finish line, but it ain't pretty.
Sophia, sending you so much love. I LOVE that you are adding humor to her obituary. It sounds perfect. Writing my dad's obituary (which I did mostly sitting by him in the hospital hospice room; he had long since lost consciousness) was oddly therapeutic for me. I hope it brought you solace, also.
Tep, yikes! I'm glad he's going to be okay, but that's a lot. Hang in there.
Hugs, Karl. I hope things stay better.
YAY, Calli!
It was a Miyazaki day here, I wish my friends could share the stress-cleansing breezes, blue sky, and sunshine.
I love this, Beverly.
Today we celebrate and send the happiest birthday wishes to Karl! I hope you are being spoiled today and that this year brings all you hope for and more.
