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.)

Yay Calli!!

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.

Oh Sophia, I'm so sorry.

Sophia, I'm so sorry.

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.

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.

For the record, today's Connections was just plain stupid and I don't even care that it broke my streak. So there.