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I mean, the way the winds blow these days, it seems to change hour to hour.
And it really does need to be asked with a question mark...
Are our glasses half full?
I avoid the markets like the plague. They seem so volatile. In the long run we're promised they will only rise... but the day to day stuff? More ups and downs than your average afternoon soap.
The courts continue to contradict one another with the Supreme frequently turning a blind eye to common sense.
And the media is a spineless bunch as always. Unless they think they've got a 'gotcha' moment up their sleeve, they treat everyone with kid gloves, allowing politicians and the like to get away with everything but murder.
So... here's a little secret.
I'm actually writing this a whole year and two months ago. It's April 8th, 2025. And I'm doing this as a bit of a test. In my heart of hearts, I hope I'm wrong about all the above. In my dreams, this country will have figured out how to deal with a petty, spoiled, idiotic wannabe dictator and his minions and taken this country back.
But my fear is... nothing's changed. And the glasses aren't half full. They're nearly empty.
Think of this as a time capsule. Our days run together so quickly. Frequently, we don't take note of the changes.
From my vantage point on April 8th, 2025, it looks as though things are only going to get more difficult for those of us who value all life, who believe in fairness, who believe people should keep their word, who believe that life is not just for the very wealthy, who believe in human rights and the soul's autonomy.
Am I wrong? I hope so.
And in the meantime?
Here are pics of naked men wearing glasses.
I wonder what kind of world they are looking at these days...
A year that will not be without its challenges... but a year that also holds much promise.
Let's all hope the world snaps to... it's way past time for a wake up call.
And... let's all do our part to make it a better world.
It's not difficult.
Try to operate from a place of kindness.
Ask more of yourself than you ask of others.
Keep you chin up and do your best to find the good in everything.
We don't know what the year holds in store for us...we never do. Best bet? Remain grateful. Even for the tiniest of moments. I've come to believe they're what make up a lifetime. No, they don't last long and you're a fool to try and hang on to them... but do recognize them, acknowledge them and treasure them.
Well, let's get on with it, shall we?
Out with the old...
And in with the new. Blah, blah, blah..
- uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque.
Get On With It
from the 1975 motion picture Monty Python And The Holy Grail
Prices going up because of the supply chain issue.
And so I believed it to be true.
But wait!
A report out two weeks ago? The industry responsible for all those shipping containers sitting in the harbor or on the docks of various ports for an extended period of time?
Well, guess who reported a record breaking profit of $190 BILLION? That's something like three times more than what they were reporting pre-pandemic.
Yep. You got it.
So the next time they try to tell you that all this inflation is Biden's fault or the fault of the Democratic party, or because taxes are too high... set those asswipes straight.
Good old-fashioned greed is at the root of many of this country's financial woes. And it's the likes of the Koch Brothers (who love to funnel money to elect the stupidest conservative candidates possible) behind this scam, making billions in profit while Americans cry uncle.
Taking advantage of crappy situations - capitalism at it's finest.
Now hand me the Crisco.
I think we've let that man in the picture wait long enough....
And still? With all that's going on?
I am relatively happy. And very grateful for every single day.
It's quite easy: you can list actual things/events you have to coming up, or what you hope will be taking place.
Ten questions and done. No muss, no fuss.
Think of this as a 'getting to know more about you' exercise.
Let's begin!
What's on your agenda...?
1/ This afternoon?
I will be working from home via my work laptop and working on my blog via my personal laptop. I will drop in on The Boyfriend to check on the cats and do a work out in his basement. Back home, I'm back on the laptops until 4:00 pm, at which time I cross the street to visit with my mother. We watch Judge Judy and I quiz her about her day, check to see what needs to be done around her house, and make sure she's eating something relatively healthy for dinner.
2/ Tonight?
It's my typical Monday-Thursday schedule: I feed the dog, then I start making my dinner while watching Lester Holt on NBC News. After I eat and listen to the local weather, I go back down into my bat cave to play piano. An hour later, I am working on this blog and checking into work to take care of any remaining business or respond to new requests and questions. Then I read a bit before turning out the lights to try and sleep.
A tad boring. Very predictable. But it suits me these days.
3/ Tomorrow morning?
Coffee is the thing that motivates me out of bed. I must have it. Especially in winter. Coffee has always struck me as the height of adult activity. And since I like to think of myself as an adult, I make a point of having at least two cups right out the gate. But only two. More, and I become a bit of a prickly pear.
Work begins at 5:30 am. Wednesdays tend to be my quiet day. I get a lot done on the blog and typically catch up with all the blogs I follow, leaving comments. It's become important to me, to remain social (in a way) and part of a community.
Plain oatmeal with a handful of raisins thrown in. Love it. If I'm not in the mood, I'll simply have a protein drink.
And then I write. Tap, tap, tap.
4/ Next week?
Probably won't be any different than my regular winter schedule. I go over to The Boyfriend's house on Friday afternoon and start cleaning. And stay with him until Sunday evening. Love my time there.
I don't have any appointments next week or special errands. I like uneventful weeks best. Anything out of the norm? Ruffles my feathers. And I'm a bit of a Henny Penny on a good day, so best keep things on an even keel as much as possible.
Boring? Perhaps. But I'm merely biding my time until summer. Until then...
Don't rock the boat.
The boat's got enough to deal with, as is.
5/ Next month?
Another birthday. Oh, dear. Is that possible? I'm determined to ignore them as much as I'm able. That number? It has no significance.
I am ageless and evergreen... ain't that right, Babs?
I plan on asking of myself and my body the same things I have come to ask... work out, eat well, limit toxins, everything in moderation. Remain flexible: mind and body.
And, please, do try to keep a positive outlook, dear.
Nobody likes a gloomy Gus.
(Though I hear he gives great head... just saying!)
Oh. And... Covid-19 willing - I will be spending five nights in Cancun at a ritzy all-inclusive, thanks to my youngest sister. The sister who is a year younger than I will also be going. It's a trip we've been planning - to celebrate our birthdays, but, due to Covid-19, keeps getting pushed out. Well, we're hoping February will be a nice clean month and worry-free.
One can dream, can't one?
6/ In six months?
I will be parked beneath my favorite oak tree as naked as my surroundings allow, I will take occasional strolls around the perimeter to check what is what, although, these days, all the action is down by the lake.
Summer. I am in my element. I'm like a pesky, unattractive butterfly flitting from flower to flower.
No one pays me much attention, so I get to drink it all in like the glutton I am.
It's far too early to begin pining and white knuckling my way to the season, so, I've said enough.
Just know that my tan will be spectacular!
7/ Next Year?
I have no idea.
It all depends on Covid-19 and what my work will allow.
Honestly, I can't imagine another year of hiding out in the bat cave. Or can I?
It needs a deep clean. And that has to happen sooner than later.
It also needs a bit of renovation, something that would have been done by now, but every time I find a contractor/handy man I think up to the task, I end up getting foul reports about his work or work ethic, so I stall.
I will have one less rental house, fingers crossed. We've been selling gradually. The city of Minneapolis has made huge mistakes when it comes to rental properties. Their policies are driving out small businesses like my own, leaving the field to large, out of state, companies. Thing is, they don't care about their properties the way the smaller operators do. And eventually, it will all bite the city in the ass. They're creating future slag holes, right and left.
Well, they can have it. I have no intention of living out my life here.
8/ Five Years from now?
I will have paid off all The Ex's debt and have no mortgage.
I will retire.
I will travel. Big trip. Overseas. By that point it will be my third, as I plan on going to Europe again in 2023 or 2024. I also want to go to a gay clothing-optional resort. Or maybe a gay beach.
I don't know where I will be living, but it will be a huge transition. Very excited.
And that's it... that's as far as it goes.
I am open to whatever comes my way...
9/ What is your agenda?
It's the same one I adopted eight years ago:
I do my best to play piano, sing, and write music.
I do my best to write. This blog. Or whatever.
I would like to get to those boxes of old writing, but... I also wonder if that's a trap. Maybe new is better? Maybe the past should stay boxed?
I plan on being kinder to people. And myself!
And travel until I have no desire to do so.
Simple man, simple dreams.
10/ Do you have a hidden agenda? Spill!
I do. Only, it's not all that hidden, as I've started dialogues about it with others.
And it's really quite selfish.
I need my younger sisters to care for my mother.
Yes, I love my mother, but... I've done enough. It's time someone else take on the responsibility.
I did all I could for my dad. And I've continued to do so for my mother, but... I constantly wonder what my life might be like if she weren't there, needing all she needs?
It's not like I don't get to live my life as I wish, I realize that. However, she's getting to be a certain age and I'm tired (as is The Ex) of being the go-to person for everything.
Is that terrible of me? I love her, but... I need to be independent of her, again.
And, of course, if neither picks up the gauntlet? Well, then it will be on me to soldier on. Though I fear I'm not big enough a person not to let the unfairness of it color my world.
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And that's enough of me.
Your turn. You know what to do. Leave your answers in the comments section, or post to your blog and leave a link here.
