Broken Lives Matter

Hello Lovelies! It's the last gasp of warm weather, and I've been so busy trying to get things done today (despite my overwhelming urge to procrastinate chores)--I completely forgot to get THIS done! Silly me. Speaking of chores, we're all having trouble with staying on top of those. There is so much support for the idea that they are futile and won't matter in the long run and WHY EVEN BOTHER??? This past week I have struggled with so much apathy and depression, I doubt I've been out of my comfiest, sleepiest clothes for more than half an hour at a time:( I've spoken to an older woman who is CLEARLY suffering from the same cabin fever/shut-in-fection, though she won't admit it. And it has gotten me to do some serious thinking. Seriously. Her comments to me, the way she phrased them, and the way she took our conversation down a dark path it did NOT need to go down, all belie that she is suffering intensely inside. The loneliness for her must be absolute

Happy Monday, Lovelies! Okay; "happy" and "Monday" don't usually "play well together" in a sentence, I'll admit. But today I have a rare exception. The article below addresses the very thing I talked about about a year or two ago--how negatively the Disabled are presented in a world clearly not made for them. A world that would surely prefer them not seen and not heard. Well finally, they're getting seen, AND heard, AND the world is being more or less told to "get used to it." Rather than continue shooing us back behind closed doors. While this article does also include other minorities in its discussion of how the marginalized are being brought out of the margins and given true-to-life representation, it's definitely a start, making the Abled see the Disabled on toy store shelves, if not through well-attended marches just yet:) It made me smile and gave me reason to celebrate on this seconds-from-raining day (as if the approach

...So you know how THIS day is going. It's a sopping-wet Monday requiring much, much fortification just to get through. Thank goodness I had espresso beans waiting to be opemed today. There's just nothing like their kick on a cold, sodden, unhealthy Monday morning I really want nothing more than to sleep through. As it is, Lovelies, I've pressed the snooze alarm on my radio multiple times, and woke up holding my cell phone; a sign that I'd turned IT'S offensive buzzer off in my sleep. After coffee there were the inevitable phone calls to various people rearranging my schedule. Do you ever feel like you're just scheduling things to RE-schdedule or cancel them? It's something I've dealt with on a heightened level for the past year and a half. ever since fears of an unseen enemy added an extra layer of caution and another reason to rethink going out. I would have thought nobody in their right mind would be out in the weather today, but I was wrong. As th

Hello, Lovelies! I cannot believe it's been almost a year of silence on my end:( Honestly, I have wanted to write. But this past year has left me with both FAR too much, and absolutely nothing--to say. One change in my life that I will mention is that I adopted a wonderful senior cat, and we have left the ever-more-frightening downtown area. She loves me now! The reason for tonight's abrupt return is that my heart is far too heavy to keep things to myself anymore. Too many people have died. Not just people. WONDERFUL people. One of my best friends in the whole world, my would-have-been brother-in-law who ALWAYS called me his sister. The only two times I met him in California, he treated me like a queen and so did his family. Covid took HIM right at the beginning. I'm newly heartbroken every single day that I can't call him and tell him about something good or bad that happened. I can't hear his perspective or laugh at his laid-back take on the situation. And the