Does Anybody Remember Laughter?

It's been a lifetime since I last visited this blog, much less posted. I find little to say and less I want to think about.

My country's government has been usurped by a 40+ year-old plan hatched by plutocrats and those who can be bought. We are headed directly into a fascist dictatorship, fueled by hatred and paranoia from the gullible who voted for the Antichrist. My brother and his family are among that ilk. I can barely speak to him. And how he went from being a Berner in NJ to a MAGAt in FL is a mystery.

There are inhabitants in the government that I absolutely hate with the white hot hatred of a thousand suns. Never had that pure hatred in my 66 years. This is what we've all learned now; how to truly hate. 

If we make it we can all sit back and laugh, but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXrpFxHfppI 

(copy and paste; Gurgle won't let me post the hot link)

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Whatwhatwhatty?

 Blogger has changed many things, including my ability to comment on posts. It all saps the will to live, much less blog...

Ye Aulde Lang Syne

 I've had this blog for a long time. I should do something about that. 

Current Miniscule Irritant: Sheldon not mentioning the origin of Y as in "Ye Olde..." It was never a y sound; the Y is from the runic symbol, but a th usage/sound. It's "The Olde..."

Current Major Irritant: Governments everywhere. Everyone's nuts. WTF

This is not Covid, part 5. This is a grammar school head cold. Runny nose and all. And lots of coughing. Better to get it over with because it's

 

THE HOLIDAYS

 

again.

Dinner with Plague tomorrow, vegetarian. My blood sugar is a mess in December anyway. Turkey dinner with Wendo on the Solstice. Then Open House on Xmas Eve, the afternoon gathering before facing the commitments. Doing a Scandi smorgasbord this year. Xmas Day is me, Harry Potter, and a rib eye steak. Then there's a break until we do The Very Crompton Christmas on the 6th.  I ignore New Year's Eve, something I never thought I'd do back in Ye Olde Universe.

But I never thought I'd adore being alone, either. There are surprises in getting old. Not a lot of good ones, but surprises nonetheless.

The theme this year was division. Everyone is divided, and not in two. We're in many pieces. It's happened several times before in my recall and it's scarier every time, though I'm not sure why. Is it worse every time? Do we lose ground, get perverted, sink a bit lower each time? Well yeah. That's not to say it's a bad thing, it's real. We've been living in such programming for a long time and as Zappa said:

“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”

Same as it ever was.

May we look at the brick wall with grace and humor.

Peace and love, fellow babies.

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And Just Like That!

 It's mid-November, I'm wrapping presents and planning Pie Day Friday- the day after Thanksgiving. Here's a shot of Pie in July. There were 8 pies in the end. I hope we exceed that for Pie Day Friday.

 

My Thanksgiving is forever changed. No more big dinner for several, just a turkey thigh, stuffing, gravy, Brussels sprouts and cranberries for me alone while I bake pies and watch the parade and set up for company the next day. I like it.

In fact, I'm discovering things I like and don't like, free from any influence. For example, I finally admitted to myself that I don't like being touched all that much. It probably goes back to gods know what, but I just am no fan. The 70s hugging, the hand-holding, the stroking of head/hair, all somewhat repel me and I think always did.  

There are foods I've come to the "ew" point over that I've eaten without complaint all these years. 

There is clothing I refuse to ever wear again. 

There are countless opinions I don't give a rat's ass about. 

There are rules that I deem foolish and ignore.

Religion, and its trappings, are a curious human situation to me. Nothing more.

Is this the benefit of 6.5 decades of living? To finally get to be who You are, sans the imposed and shellacked layers of socializing/programming? Who knows. Not "having to" do whatever is the most freeing thing ever. 

And maybe that's the gift of aging. Saying what I think without interior censors. Doing what I like without caring what others think. Freedom. And for that, I am truly thankful.

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By The 4th

By the 4th time you have Covid, nobody checks on you.

By the 4th of July I'll be well and able to host Pie in July.  I'll make a couple pies, people will bring pies, people will eat pies. We'll watch a certain person who does really bizarre things, like bringing half of a  5" tart and then eating half of that herself. We'll get varying sugar highs, then people will go to the town fireworks display, and I'll clean up and go to bed.

By the 4th week of every month I'm ready for the next month, June has been a busy, tiring month and I'm glad to see the end of it. It's always great to see my OK cousins, to hang with friends, to get projects done. It's even good to see my doctor and  everyone in the office. But it's exhausting and I always end up sick. 

By the 4th time I re-injure my hand the pain doesn't impress me anymore.

By the 4th day of less than 6 hours' sleep I have little good to say. So I'll just say, 

 

from the very green Green Mountain State.

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