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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
Amen. I am at Ethical ELA and about to dig into your prompt, but saw your blogspot address. Puppets. My passion showed up as paper crafting. Weird how these creative arts were just in us waiting to come out at some point. I'm on my way back to Ethical ELA. But, sing it, sister! My schedule is exactly yours--but no grandbabies.
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