We miss concerts. We miss seeing theater performances — and we’re not even “theater people.” We miss going to the movies. In our desperate search for entertainment that will not endanger our lives, my husband found a near-perfect solution.
I happy to share that we went to our first (and quite possibly our last) Halloween-themed drive-in drag show (held in the parking lot of a large mall). …
OK, here’s the thing — it’s not quite 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I had to get up at 7 am because I had a doctor’s appointment at 8:10, then I went to my knitting group. However, since I had trouble falling asleep until 2 am, someone waited until I was asleep, snuck in and poured sand into my eyes. Now, my eyes are scratchy and heavy, I can’t stop yawning, and all I want to do is go back to bed.
I understand that my privilege is showing. Some people have to get up earlier, and others choose to do so. Lately, I’ve been getting up between 9 and 10 in the morning to take a walk and generally start my day. This feels spoiled even to me, even as I am doing it. However, never being a morning person, I take full advantage of not having a regular full-time job (outside of my regular blog). …
Anger. This subject is one of our national shame. It seems almost everyone is angry all the time now. We wear our anger on our sleeves, like badges of honor that have been rolled in shit and sparkles. I’ve often thought that I was an angry child, but as I got older, practicing martial arts gave me an excellent, healthy outlet for my anger.
Anger, especially righteous anger, can be a useful thing, I do not want to undermine that. This world needs to be changed, and change sometimes comes as a result of a great deal of anger at injustice and inequality. …
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