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Outside the Red Rocker Inn, Black Mountain NC. The Four Sisters Bakery is in the same building around the back.
Showing posts with label support. Show all posts
Showing posts with label support. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

The fears are real, as are the love and support

 NOTE: This whacky blogger posted tomorrow's blog today, so there won't be one tomorrow.


Today's quote:

The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it's considered to be your style.

 -Fred Astaire, dancer, actor, singer, musician, and choreographer (1899-1987)

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And unfortunately we all know how tRump exemplified that truism. 

His style continues to be expressed by Republicans in Congress...doing the crazy things that don't represent the majority of American's wishes, trying to create an autocracy rather than following our current constitution which created a democratic republic - a democracy.

You know how I feel about gun control.

I also am doing what any 80 year old grandmother can do in a small town in North Carolina to see that the climate crisis may be still averted. And if not, sharing grief with those who know how it's going to be happening to all of us.

Has there ever been a time like this? Maybe as Rome fell. Perhaps in other conditions where food was scarce due to drought and fires and floods. In older times, a local crisis didn't impact everyone in a region. But this is a much bigger, earth-wide scale.

So some thugs will still have guns. And their fears will result in the deaths of many innocents. (This is not my wish, just my observation from current events.)

And some rich people will wall themselves up in their estates and live for a little while longer than the masses who can't escape the poverty and starvation and diseases from the climate crisis when it impacts everyone else. In a way I think the richer 1% have already started doing this.

Maybe the rich people will be confronted by the fear-filled gun toting gangs...or maybe the air will be so contaminated that nobody can breathe at all. Maybe there will be corpses of vehicles strewn along unused highways when there're no more fossil fuels. This is similar to the impact of an electromagnetic pulse, written about by a local author, William R. Forstchen in "One Second After."

See, there are those scary scenarios that go through my mind sometimes. Then I bring myself back. Today, I have fresh air and sunshine that offers me health. Exercises, good food, friends with supportive ideas and touches, rest and relaxation as needed, and music, and art, and blossoms of springtime. 

I will continue to do whatever I'm capable of to support a continuation of earth mother as she naturally is, with humans existing in harmony with nature.


BERJAYA


Tomorrow I'm scheduled for eye surgery to remove the cataract in my other eye. I'm feeling pretty good about it, having a positive experience for the first one. I may have to stop reading blogs depending on how my new lenses focus. So far the new one is clear to read here, so while the second one heals, I expect the first will suffice. 



Friday, October 4, 2013

By the time you read this...

Muffin will have had her dental surgery.

BERJAYA

The way I'm dealing with my anxiety is to jump to the future.

So here I am, actually (reality based) on Wed. afternoon, pretending that tomorrow has already passed, and now it's Friday morning.

BERJAYA
So yesterday (Thursday) from my imaginary position on this post...I took her to the vet early in the morning.  Then I went to the people doctor, to have the cramping in my fingers looked at again.  I'll have to wait to let you know what my doc said, and of course may have some new information by the time Muffin comes home Thursday afternoon.

I know she will feel fine, though much of the procedure will be confusing to her.  I totally trust our vets.

BERJAYA

I owe such gratitude to my friends who have donated to help me pay for this procedure, as well as many sales of pottery which were directly channeled into the tooth extraction fund.

So we will go through, er, we went through Thursday, well, whatever...it is all part of the journey.  It isn't where you're going that's important, but each step along the way.

Thank you friends, for being there for us.

UPDATE: Yes, Friday is finally here.  I wore out all my anxiety for the year yesterday.  The teeth didn't need to be pulled after all.  Two vets over 2 years had told me she needed extractions, so I gritted my teeth (sorry about that) and took this little one to have it done.  She didn't even have loose teeth, so they were cleaned, and a solution put on them to seal them and maybe help keep them longer.  She does have gingivitis so is on antibiotics for a week.

She is home, safe, hungry, and tired.  And she remembers what I did to her.  That carrier box is the enemy of course...so we will work to make it her friend.  She was able to eat chicken and broth fine last night.  And so far today she's mainly just sleepy, after a big breakfast of her normal food.

Oops, I need to go to the studio now.  Thanks for reading, and any comments you might feel like making.