That is the truth.

My kids would probably beg to differ, lol
Thank you for your kindness and your friendship. Your words mean the world to me ❤️
I'm not on social media much these days, but I'd love to catch up. I've missed chatting with you.

A ridiculous note to myself describing the days events as BUTT PUCKERED FUCKERY.

My notes these days

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This is sickening. This is horrifying. This is infuriating. We are under attack. There is no spin to this.

Let’s shut this whole fucking country down. Stop the ICE murders. Boycott USA is you are abroad. We don’t need a World Cup or a rock band’s tour, we need justice and serious fucking help.

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Long, but well worth it.

🤭😂 I love it!

I know, right? 😉

Ever just think *LAME* and press that send button anyway? 😂

I grew up in a neighborhood rich with barstool philosophers and shade tree mechanics. A lot of times those things were true about the same person, which leads me to this: I hate manicures with black tips. They remind me of Bob the barkeep mechanic philosopher who had opinions and oily nails.

Happy New Year to you as well, dear friend. I have been keeping busy with things around the house since my brother lives with me now, so I haven't been here much at all. I do miss you, and hope the new year is kind to you and yours. (BTW, I haven't seen any risqué pottery in years! 🤭😉)

Some people paint their loneliness in a pastel watercolor wash, they hint at it. I wield it like a sledgehammer; expressing my gratitude to someone like this: "I appreciate you hard. SO hard." It's mainly stupid, somewhat effective. I double blink and resume my day. Age does have its advantages.

Ha! True that! 😉

Inside and outside is a blunt sort of a feeling, the kind that used to pierce but now rests like a floating leaf, adjusting will to way.

A window, sill full of orchids, view of trees and wind chimes coated with snow.

The rain chain is full; at last, we have snow worthy of the name.

🥰

Lol I hear you. I'm about as socially inept as they come. I've made peace with it.

Oh, it's been decades for me as well. But my girl's reckless spirit lives on in the form of bad decisions not involving the spewing of any bodily fluids. 🤣🤦🏼‍♀️

My entire life in one cartoon, you might ask? This little masterwork, from the latest Private Eye.

one time i spent 12 weeks gaining the trust of a squirrel & when i was finally able to get close enough to its ear i whispered, “i don’t even know how your kind got on that ark.”

How are you gonna put Kool & The Gang on a JUNGLE themed float and then they play Celebration??
We were all robbed of Jungle Boogie at the Macy’s Parade and someone needs to be held accountable.

I have found in my waning years that there's a part of me that's stuck around the drunken 17 year old stage: full of piss and bad decisions. Try as I might, she never matures.

Moments where I feel both aged and fragile, and then immature at the same time. As if there really should be someone far more practical and 'grown-up' nearby to bundle up my broken pieces and give me them back in some ordered form.

"Every life saved is a quiet revolution."

The words passed me by on a reel I now can't find, but folks we have to keep these words close. They're the ones that will allow us to see worth in effort no matter how little impact it makes on a larger society.

Small acts. One at a time. Done with love.

"Third World" is of course just a not very subtle way of saying "Countries with majority non-white people", and pretty much always has been.

57 minutes until sunset, driving down a gravel road and hoping the deer stay clear as he pretends there's no work in the morning.

Ugh surgery's never fun. I hope you're well on your way to recovery.

I wouldn't have you any other way 😉

In a bid to return to post Thanksgiving normalcy, I'm drinking tea and crying over the Christmas episode of Dragnet circa 1970.