There just isn't anything to write about when you're stuck indoors.
I can tell you that Badger made an amazing pot of potato soup using a premix.
I can tell you that we've had concerning news about Cowboy that is going to require follow‑up lab work.
His dad had adult onset diabetes, and out of his five siblings, two that we know for sure are now diabetics.
I can tell you that after Cowboy goes to work, we bundle under blankets and watch TV until we're cross‑eyed.
But hey, none of that is really interesting.
I could go into a rant about politics, but I try to keep that off the blog.
I'm not nearly smart enough to understand politics.
I'm smart enough, though, to know that I'm sorry for the world my grandchildren are growing up in.
In many ways, things are better for them than the world I grew up in.
You don't have to hide who you are now.
You don’t have to hide in a closet and deny what sexual orientation you are anymore.
If you want to have tattoos from head to toe and piercings from toe to head, you can.
You won’t be stared at like something unnatural.
Today you can dress like a panda bear or look like a suburban mom, and the world mostly lets you be.
But let's be honest, prejudice still exists, bullying still exists, and now hate spews from the very house that should be impartial.
I don’t like this world, and I'm sorry my grandchildren have to live in it.
I've spent a few days trying my best to ignore the news, the atrocities that you just cannot avoid no matter how you try.
All I can think of is all those sermons about Revelation that were shoved at us when I was a Fundamental Baptist.
If we're not in the end of days, well, we're getting awfully close.
Religion is also what I try not to bring to the blog.
I'm just going to end this here, long, dark, cold winter days when you can't leave the house make one have dark thoughts.
And I'm a gloomy Gus on good days.
2 comments:
All of what you listed is on the chopping block. Also including a woman's right to be an individual unattached to a man. I am old enough to have been my first husbands property. My department store credit card had to be in his name once we married. I couldn't do anything financial without his approval. When I left him my auto insurance, which I brought into the marriage, was cancelled because women are too emotional during separation. He had to cosign a loan for a car because I was still married. Sorry, I didn't mean to rant. Thank you, Bruce! As an aside, I saw him in concert when I lived in Atlanta. It was wonderful.
Sandra: You went through a lot, and I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that. It’s hard to believe how recent some of those rules were and how much control women didn’t have. I can see why you’d still feel the weight of it. A lot of what you’re talking about feels close again for a lot of women, and I understand why it hits so hard. Anyone who lived through those earlier years would feel it differently than someone who came of age later on.
My mom was divorced in 1971, and the judge wouldn’t let her go back to her maiden name because she had me. He said people would talk if we had different last names. He also set child support at ten dollars a week, and she told both him and her former partner to stuff it. She raised me on her own with no support.
That was the mindset back then. Women were expected to take whatever was handed to them.
You’re not ranting. You’re telling the truth about what you lived through. That kind of history stays with a person.
Bruce really is something special. Seeing him in concert must have been a great night.
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