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Oh, these days!
Apr. 18th, 2025 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I always miss Blackmare and Nightdog, but very much so these days because they were so politically astute and articulate, whereas I just kind of flail my arms and make outraged gargling noises.
However, this morning I was listening to National Public Radio, which The Orange One (aka TOO) would like to consign to the trash heap, and there was a snippet about how TOO acknowledged that tariffs might make people stop purchasing and damage the nation's economy.
Let's have a short, meaningful pause before we all yell, "YAH THINK?" Gosh, it's just harsh when hindsight comes home to roost.
I think it's a function of looking down the road to 70 years old that one misses departed friends. I realized this morning while cleaning up a couple of e-mail accounts that there are a handful of online friends who disappeared during and in the midst of the aftermath of COVID and I have no idea if they are still alive. It's entirely possible they are and their focus in life just changed. Mine has quite a bit. There's been nothing to replace the amazing House M.D. fandom, even if my personal health care in retirement makes me long for coming across anyone that intelligent wearing a white coat. Usually I'm fine with seeing one of the residents in training at primary care, but the last two visits have been dismaying. If I can do math better than the resident, then God help us all.
Otherwise, to catch up, I joined a couple of book clubs that are fun. One is a silent book club, where we sit together and read whatever we're reading and then talk about it for a half an hour. It's Book Club for Introverts, which is totally up my alley. The other is a club that focuses exclusively on banned books, and it's at a lovely, very liberal church. It's better than therapy because the books bring up a lot of deep subjects. Sometimes people are so moved that they cry, and we all leave feeling renewed by the association.
My critters are doing well. Sweet Goldie Dog will be nine this summer. Like all our dachshund-mixes, I suspect her life will not be extremely long. She already is getting a frosty face and she's long had a rather delicate back, so she's not into a lot of running. Little Callie Dog is the cutest thing ever and still full of zest. She's 15 pounds of pure, fluffy fun. And Dora Kitty is still the Queen, our lady of the sun porch. She lies on the window bench and watches birds, but never chooses to go outside. She had quite enough of that in the abandoned homeless camp where she and her babies were rescued.
So how are all of you, this spring in these strange days?
However, this morning I was listening to National Public Radio, which The Orange One (aka TOO) would like to consign to the trash heap, and there was a snippet about how TOO acknowledged that tariffs might make people stop purchasing and damage the nation's economy.
Let's have a short, meaningful pause before we all yell, "YAH THINK?" Gosh, it's just harsh when hindsight comes home to roost.
I think it's a function of looking down the road to 70 years old that one misses departed friends. I realized this morning while cleaning up a couple of e-mail accounts that there are a handful of online friends who disappeared during and in the midst of the aftermath of COVID and I have no idea if they are still alive. It's entirely possible they are and their focus in life just changed. Mine has quite a bit. There's been nothing to replace the amazing House M.D. fandom, even if my personal health care in retirement makes me long for coming across anyone that intelligent wearing a white coat. Usually I'm fine with seeing one of the residents in training at primary care, but the last two visits have been dismaying. If I can do math better than the resident, then God help us all.
Otherwise, to catch up, I joined a couple of book clubs that are fun. One is a silent book club, where we sit together and read whatever we're reading and then talk about it for a half an hour. It's Book Club for Introverts, which is totally up my alley. The other is a club that focuses exclusively on banned books, and it's at a lovely, very liberal church. It's better than therapy because the books bring up a lot of deep subjects. Sometimes people are so moved that they cry, and we all leave feeling renewed by the association.
My critters are doing well. Sweet Goldie Dog will be nine this summer. Like all our dachshund-mixes, I suspect her life will not be extremely long. She already is getting a frosty face and she's long had a rather delicate back, so she's not into a lot of running. Little Callie Dog is the cutest thing ever and still full of zest. She's 15 pounds of pure, fluffy fun. And Dora Kitty is still the Queen, our lady of the sun porch. She lies on the window bench and watches birds, but never chooses to go outside. She had quite enough of that in the abandoned homeless camp where she and her babies were rescued.
So how are all of you, this spring in these strange days?