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| Josefina on Aunt Ceecee's lap Thursday evening, on hold with Verizon :-) |
The reins are flailing in my grip. I can't keep the wild horses of each day's news under control.
I am, like all of you, struggling to swallow a firehose of news coming at me. I want to sort out the disinformation, understand at least a rudimentary level what is happening, and DO SOMETHING to slow our country's landslide into a plutocracy, a government by the wealthy.
Not everyone is even trying to pay attention, but those of us who are are feeling in over our heads.
I have been present in shraing my words for the last few days because my school schedule was foreshortened and canceled because of the weather. In other words, I had TIME to come to the page.
The fact is, most days I prep for classes at 5 a.m. and teach until 3:30, at which point my brain has frizzled to about 20% capacity.
I then pick up my granddaughter from daycare and nestle into the best hour of my day.
After that, I fry, which means on "good days" I read, play a musical instrument or make something (like a puppet). But on many days it means I stare at my phone and doom scroll.
I then make supper, FaceTime grandbabies, talk to the (adult) kids, and...crash.
Who has time to fight for Democracy?
None of us.
All of us.
Thanks for listening,
Allison
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