well hello March

If January felt like years, like getting sucker-punched daily, February went by in a flash, like a hit-and-run.
I'm writing as best I can.
The horrors are deep and sickening.
Canadians boo USians. (how!?)
We are not who we were 1.5 months ago, not who we thought we were or imagined we could be.
At a parade the other night we watched yet another suburban krewe sashay by to tired '50's tunes. "The good old days," someone commented.
And a friend turned, with a studied look. Good for whom?
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Family has been familying. I got an unexpectedly sweet thank you from a niece; and then a strange greeting card and even stranger email from other fam. We are all losing it, quietly, desperately, and with a mightily-summoned measure of dignity.

the cavalcade of stupidities

In this cavalcade of bad news I keep trying to take quiet moments, to check in with myself.
Am I over-consuming? Getting worked up about things I can't control?
Where can I take direct steps to help, mitigate, assist?
And how can I take care of myself and those I care about?

If it feels like a lot of tough questions, welcome to 2025.

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Memes help. Dumb videos. I stop and pet dogs anytime I can.

This dachshund.

 

 Courage.