They have gotten so far out of my reality that I can no longer predict exactly what they'll do next. A t-shirt with a bullseye. Threatening habitat for humanity. so much I could foresee, but it's out of my ken now.
Oh, Elizabeth! You are brilliant! It was perfect to listen to Strauss juxtaposed to reading your juxtaposed, brilliant writing. I know I said "brilliant" twice. That's intentional. Blessings on you and your lovely loving family. Blessings on all of us who know the emperor has no clothes.
Honey, you can't make this shit up. I'm staring a new fanfic set in a post apocalyptic world. I don't even have to imagine anything. The tropes are all horribly true. Whatever a human can imagine, somewhere on Earth it is a reality.
Love you and your family. I'll be in LA end of March. Maybe....Eden is turning 50!!! Egad!!!
When asked where in the world I spent my childhood, I usually say, I was raised in academia and for explanation, I might add, arrogant academia. My parents would never tolerate something as "simple" and "crowd pleasing" as a waltz, Austrian to boot, as the right kind of music. It has taken me years to walk my way out of that morass of superior entitlement shit. It's sucha beautiful piece of music.
Thank God, I’m not the only mother mumbling along through life, wondering, wt HELL?!
I spent endless minutes dialing, redialing and finally giving up. Chuck Schumer needed to hear from me, but the switchboard would only send me to Cronyn or Cruz’s offices. No, not today! Today, of all days to be ignored. 🤯
I’m f’nking tired of fElon, tired of all the blasphemy, and this tireless, but endless soul-searching within me, of what I might be able to do.
I am, as so many of us are, simply exhausted. But I will not give up. I need my friends, my friends need me. We fight because we are the true patriots.
Bless you and Sophie. May you have a sweet day in spite of the greed and avarice of tRumpet, fElon and those who have no eyes to see, no ears to hear, and no heart that beats to the rhythm of real souls.
That paragraph set to music was like a scene from a movie, and could it be this is yet another one of your talents, Elizabeth? You have many, my friend, not the least of which is knowing the absurdity of the juxtapositions we are living through, and being able to pull them together so that the rest of us can understand why we are feeling so insane as we take in the world, not quite able to process it all, and then we come here, and get an object lesson, and now I understand. My son makes fun of me, too, but I sent him one of those world-as-we-know-it-is-gone texts yesterday and he responded "Wish I could say you're overreacting but you're not," which scared me, even his shell is eroding. I adore your boys, I hope they keep the dark humor going. There is something reassuring about it.
They have gotten so far out of my reality that I can no longer predict exactly what they'll do next. A t-shirt with a bullseye. Threatening habitat for humanity. so much I could foresee, but it's out of my ken now.
Oh, Elizabeth! You are brilliant! It was perfect to listen to Strauss juxtaposed to reading your juxtaposed, brilliant writing. I know I said "brilliant" twice. That's intentional. Blessings on you and your lovely loving family. Blessings on all of us who know the emperor has no clothes.
Honey, you can't make this shit up. I'm staring a new fanfic set in a post apocalyptic world. I don't even have to imagine anything. The tropes are all horribly true. Whatever a human can imagine, somewhere on Earth it is a reality.
Love you and your family. I'll be in LA end of March. Maybe....Eden is turning 50!!! Egad!!!
Dumpster fire comes to mind:)
I love how your mother mind works.
When asked where in the world I spent my childhood, I usually say, I was raised in academia and for explanation, I might add, arrogant academia. My parents would never tolerate something as "simple" and "crowd pleasing" as a waltz, Austrian to boot, as the right kind of music. It has taken me years to walk my way out of that morass of superior entitlement shit. It's sucha beautiful piece of music.
Thank God, I’m not the only mother mumbling along through life, wondering, wt HELL?!
I spent endless minutes dialing, redialing and finally giving up. Chuck Schumer needed to hear from me, but the switchboard would only send me to Cronyn or Cruz’s offices. No, not today! Today, of all days to be ignored. 🤯
I’m f’nking tired of fElon, tired of all the blasphemy, and this tireless, but endless soul-searching within me, of what I might be able to do.
I am, as so many of us are, simply exhausted. But I will not give up. I need my friends, my friends need me. We fight because we are the true patriots.
Bless you and Sophie. May you have a sweet day in spite of the greed and avarice of tRumpet, fElon and those who have no eyes to see, no ears to hear, and no heart that beats to the rhythm of real souls.
That paragraph set to music was like a scene from a movie, and could it be this is yet another one of your talents, Elizabeth? You have many, my friend, not the least of which is knowing the absurdity of the juxtapositions we are living through, and being able to pull them together so that the rest of us can understand why we are feeling so insane as we take in the world, not quite able to process it all, and then we come here, and get an object lesson, and now I understand. My son makes fun of me, too, but I sent him one of those world-as-we-know-it-is-gone texts yesterday and he responded "Wish I could say you're overreacting but you're not," which scared me, even his shell is eroding. I adore your boys, I hope they keep the dark humor going. There is something reassuring about it.
Love it!
I did not know these details and they have only made it worse in my mind. I didn't think that was possible.
What is this world, indeed.
That's all I've got, at least for today (and probably tomorrow, too).