She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
I am feeling for you and your husband and his family. What a marvelous rant. I know you are fuming with anger and righteously you should, I think it's great you found words. Your heart in the matter should be heard here at WdC. It's not always about fairies and stuff and I sometimes wonder indeed what kind of writers we are if not talking and writing about stuff that matters. I blame myself as well. Thank you for this rant! And take a deep breath.
Q. You know why DJT will never have a heart attack no matter how many burgers he eats?
A. He has no heart.
I'm at risk for covid so I try to be careful but I live in a building with shared facilities and I have no control over what other people do. I feel trapped. So yeah, I'm not happy.
I don't think DJT is totally to blame. His lack of leadership is obvious and painful, but the American public, the covid-deniers (and anti-vaxxers), the 'Muh Freedom' crowd and anti-anything-everything crowd has put everyone (including themselves) at great risk.
Postpone a dinner by a week? This shit can linger for months! So... either just say no or be prepared for more illness. And yes, I hate to agree with you about your dearly loved husband but give him a kick from me.
How about a First Day of Spring or Easter Dinner? Covid might be calming down by then.
I don't even want to get started on Trump. I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
2020 has been a challenging year, for sure. Off the top of my head, I know 12 people who have died. Two of covid, three of cancer, one heart attack, and the others are unknown and I hate to ask. The woman who died yesterday, died of covid. She was so scared when she found out she'd gotten it (three weeks ago.) A few days before that, my mail lady died of cancer. She couldn't've known long before that that she'd had it because a few months ago, she was her usual chatty, happy self complaining about the mail system and looking forward to retiring. I've been so sad about these two ladies today. And also for the others who have passed this year, especially my aunt, who also had covid. I was so lucky to have mild symptoms when I had it.
Actually, I'd rather talk about our piece of shit president. Then I can take all my frustrations out on him.
So sorry you haven't been able to hang out with your mom. That's got to be tough, especially this time of year. One of these days, this virus will be behind us and life will be less stressful and we'll have a different president. Hang in there! You're in good company.
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