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Day Eighty-Two

June 3, 2020 at 10:50 am by Claudia

Puzzle progress (taken on a cloudy day, soon to be rainy.)

We spent the evening watching the news once again. We’ll take a break from that tonight because neither of us sleep well afterwards. But we wanted to know just what was happening. And now we do.

Not that I have to explain myself, but I will. At this point in time, after 5 years of daily lies, misdeeds, making money off the presidency, grifting, cheating, applauding the actions of dictators and fascists, defending white nationalists, locking up children in cages at the border, separating families, most of whom will never find their children again, calling Mexicans names,  taking money and benefits away from the poor and middle class and giving them to the wealthy, eliminating anyone from his cabinet and staff with the integrity to challenge him, eliminating agencies – among them the one that was sorely needed during this virus, lying about everything including his failure to do anything about the coronavirus until it was too late, denigrating women, giving cabinet posts to those who are unqualified, the Central Park Five, accusing President Obama of being born in Kenya, calling people names, inciting violence repeatedly, taking our country to the lowest point possible with his actions, discriminating against blacks when he and his father owned apartments in NYC, defending his buddy Jeffrey Epstein, spewing bile each and every day on Twitter….I could go on and on, this is just off the top of my head…

At this point, after all we know, after all we knew in the beginning of this endless assault on everything we hold dear, including the Constitution, after the complicity of the GOP: if someone is defending this administration and the actions of this vile and despicable racist, abuser of women who has been accused of rape at least three times, malignant narcissist, serial liar and carnival barker who has failed at everything in his life – my response is ‘Goodbye.’ If someone is repeating blurbs and phrases from Fox News or Rush Limbaugh or information from questionable web sites without doing a modicum of research, goodbye. I have no patience or tolerance for any of it anymore.

Yes, we should love our fellow man. But that doesn’t mean I have to hang out with everyone, especially those who espouse beliefs that I find abhorrent.

I say all of this because I had to ask someone to leave the blog yesterday because of a comment that was made. I had to deal with a lot of that in 2016 and I tried to be tolerant until I could no longer do so. The things some people were posting made my skin crawl. They were eventually blocked. I thought that was over, but it seems it is not.

This blog is my home. I’ve worked over 12 years to create it, to nurture it – every day. I would not invite someone into my cottage who had those views. This cottage is a place of peace. And my ‘home’ here on the Internet is, too.

I am not perfect, but I do know what is right and wrong. I was raised by parents who taught me well.

If it’s morally wrong, I don’t want it here. And yes, that decision is made by me, based on my deeply rooted beliefs. It’s my blog.

I apologize that I’m posting a bit late today. Don had to make a run to the store so I had to disinfect everything.

If only I could disinfect the White House as easily.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

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Day Eighty-One

June 2, 2020 at 9:27 am by Claudia

The clematis is blooming like crazy! Such a gorgeous flower and a nice splash of color at the front of the house. I think they’re equally pretty when just about to open:

There’s your dose of pretty for the day.

We spent the evening with the news and with Rachel Maddow. We have a desperate fool in the Oval Office who is inciting violence, who is determined to start a civil war, and who now wants to bring in the military to harm American citizens. That is what a fascist dictator does. It’s certainly what his buddy Putin does. Putin, who Trump spoke to right before his phone call to the Governors.

Tear gas for a photo op. Tear gas trained on peaceful protestors. His phone call to the Governors was, to put it mildly, insane and rambling.

I don’t know what else to say except that we have sunk about as low as we can as a nation.

My heart is heavy, dear friends. I know you feel the same.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

 

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Day Eighty

June 1, 2020 at 9:57 am by Claudia

June 1st, the eightieth day since we went into self-isolation. It’s also my parents’ anniversary. They would have been married 74 years today. Heck, they are  married 74 years, because I am absolutely sure they are together. I love you Mom and Dad. I miss you.

We’re having some coolish days and nights. We didn’t need to use the a/c last night. I plan to do a bit of weeding today and maybe some weed whacking, as well. Today is ‘grocery’ day. Don is going to the local farm stand to get produce and then we’re picking up our grocery order from the  supermarket. Picking up – at least here – seems to be the way to go. Securing a slot is quite easy. It used to be next to impossible, but either they’ve changed their system or people are not using it as much. Both times we’ve ordered lately, we’ve been able to secure a slot for the next day.

Our supply of disinfectant wipes is perilously low, as is everyone’s, I gather. We do have rubbing alcohol, etc., so we can always resort to that.

The morning glories and zinnias have poked through the soil.

Let’s see, what else? I’ve been working on the puzzle, chatting with Little Z on FaceTime, spending a fair amount of time outdoors, and staying away from the news. I know what’s going on, of course, I’ve written about it here. But I am not falling down that rabbit hole.

Speaking of rabbits, I haven’t seen one bunny rabbit here this spring. I’m wondering if Don’s work up in the woods, making new paths, clearing old ones, has disturbed them. They may have moved on. Their absence and the loss of Henry is making me sad. I don’t even see the other groundhog that used to hang out here. Birds, bees, butterflies – yes – but no little critters except chipmunks and squirrels. I miss my little friends.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

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