*5:25 p.m. September 18, 2020
Had chili for supper. It was good. (Satisfaction)
*6:25 p.m.
Splayed into recliner, too tired to join Mr. J on a simple walk around the neighborhood. Promptly fell asleep in chair. (Exhaustion)
*8:25 p.m.
Awakened by daughter The Fair. Looked at t.v. RBG dead at 87. Went from sleeping to full freakout in 20 seconds. (Panic)
*9:25
Total freakout mode, panic attack, predicting the end of the nation as we know it. (Panic)
*10:25
Congratulating self on not drinking the cooking wine, but did take a sleeping pill. (Fortitude)
*5:25 a.m. September 19, 2020
Nightmare that my daughter's car was stolen. (Fear)
*6:25 a.m.
Feeling a strong urge to engage in a fracas with fascists, knowing that there is a Proud Boy rally scheduled in Philadelphia at 1:00 p.m. (Fury)
*7:25 a.m.
Persuaded by spouse to abstain from rioting in the city. (Disappointment)
*9:25 a.m.
Bought some flowers at the farmer's market. Asked for a funeral bouquet. (Sadness)
*10:25 a.m.
Bought and drank some fresh cider and had an apple cider donut at the Berlin Farmer's Market (different from aforementioned farmer's market above) ... (Satisfaction)
*11:25 a.m.
Stood with my back to the Trump merchandise booth in Berlin so the vendors could see my Gritty cross stitch jacket and Black Lives Matter pin. Stood there awhile. Then a little longer. Then sauntered away. (Fury)
*12:25 p.m.
Sat in the sun wondering what it must have felt like in the USA the morning the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Told self it must have been worse than the death of Notorious RBG. Then told self that the attack on Pearl Harbor brought out the best in Americans, while the death of RBG will probably bring out the worst. (Pensive)
*1:25 p.m.
Saw Trump's tweet that he would seat another judge on the Supreme Court because that was what he was elected to do. Replied: "Say it louder so the moderates in the back can hear you." (Fury)
*2:25 p.m.
Got a package of new clothes and they all fit. Talked to The Fair, who is on a hike with a new gentleman caller. (Dim happiness)
*4:25
Back to the recliner to read about the Proud Boys event I was dissuaded from attending. Reports indicated that over 500 residents of Philadelphia turned out to counter-protest, and if the Proud Boys even showed up at all they retreated like egg-sucking dogs without being seen. (Satisfaction)
*5:25 p.m.
Still sitting in recliner, writing blog post, wondering why my words aren't historical enough for the Smithsonian, wondering if I'll die of COVID seeing as how I have hired a Goddess who presides over the death of women. Wishing I had asked my parents how they felt when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. (Sadness)
3 comments:
Yes, it's been a roller-coaster 24 hours, hasn't it. On the bright side, today I saw a little video clip of Gritty hitting some guy in the face with a sheet cake. Thought about sending you the link but then I figured, oh I'm sure Anne will have already seen that a million times. Any clip that good has got to be famous. If I'm wrong in this, let me know and I'll send you the clip. It will cheer you up a little, I'm sure.
the "proud boys" ran away like the little pussies they are. I was happy to see that.
It is quite the Emotional Rollercoaster and I often feel very conflicted about how to actually feel!? Another Icon taken from us, their Legacies thankfully will live on. Even a small Light drives out the Darkness. Glad the Proud Boys were too cowardly to show up, the majority should push back on this small minority of Hate mongering so that they realize it will NEVER be Socially acceptable and neither will they!
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