Friday, March 7, 2025

Keep Calm and Carry On

 





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Send your e-mails (or make your calls). 

Send the postcards. 


Under no means should we:

We have seen this week that pushing back does have an effect. So. We push. That's all we can do. 

Today, I planted seeds for Roma tomatoes, beef steak tomatoes and some seeds from an Amish cherry tomato plant that I'd saved. The bushes grow huge, five feet tall, and they need to be caged to keep them off the ground. They produce quarts of cherry tomatoes at a time. If everything grows, I'll have 28 tomato plants of three different varieties. Plenty to share, I hope. I also planted more pepper plants. If all goes well, I should have 20 of those as well, at minimum. It made me happy to set the trays in a sunny southern window, and it is a small thing to look forward to. 

Tim spent the day hooking up the pex tubing to get water into the new house. Once finished with that, we can put the bathroom together. At some point, we should be getting a phone call that our under sink cabinet is ready. We can then put the kitchen together. 

It is starting to feel real. Last night, Tim said, "You know, neither one of us expected to build that house when we did. It came together so unexpectedly, but I'm glad. I don't think that either of us would have dared to start a new build in these crazy times."

He's right. 

But we did start it, and through all the unexpected curveballs life threw at us, through all the crazy politics and economics, the end line is in sight. We should be in it by the end of summer.

That's another thing to look forward to. 

This is a Dutch Public Broadcast Sketch:

Thursday, March 6, 2025

Pragmatism

 Yesterday, Tim came home. He needed to replace some ammunition for next hunting season. Much to his surprise, he found it on sale, and in a much bigger package than he ever would have bought it if it had not been on sale. 

He showed me his very good deal, and then said, "I will never buy this ammo again in my life." He headed out of the room to put his bargain away. 

I was shocked at his words, but he didn't notice. I stood there doing doing some mental math, and realized that he was right. 

We ran up on the hill to talk to Levi. We had a message to deliver. I also had a game for the kids. I sat down on the floor in the dim livingroom and taught the kids how to play 'Nobody Here But Us Chickens' by the glow of oil lamps. 

Tim talked about the political situation. 

I wish he wouldn't. I try to tell him that not everyone sees it the same as we do. He doesn't read the room. I tried to remind him of that, but he held forth. 

Levi said, interestedly, "You don't agree with him then?" 

"No," I said, "I agree with him 100%. I just realize that people don't always see it the same way as we do." 

But Tim talked on, about tariffs and how Canada was threatening to turn off power to New York, Michigan and Minnesota. I looked up from the floor over the tops of the children's heads and said, "We'll all be living like Amish before it is done," and laughed. So did everyone else. 

Tim's latest 'can't drop it' topic is Social Security. He gets a lot of info from facebook. I have told him repeatedly that he cannot consider facebook info reliable. I mean, people will post just about any bs on it. But Tim is afraid, someplace deep down inside and I think that all this conflicting fb crap is making it worse. He went on at great length about social security and if it is lost, five of our tenants will not be able to pay rent...

I said, "Tim, the guy that said that social security will collapse in 30-90 days had just lost his job. He is upset. He's venting. Will that happen? We don't know for sure. We have got to stop worrying about what is going to happen and just prepare for the worse case scenario. We've been through hard times before." 

Amish do not accept any money from the government. It is against their religion.  I imagine that hearing Tim fret just made Levi all the more certain that the Amish are correct to avoid that money. He sat, rocking in his chair, stroking his beard as he listened to me. "Yes, that's right," he said, nodding. Tim looked unconvinced. 

Later, I lay in bed as Tim snored next to me, thinking over the events of the day. About the last ammo he'd ever buy in his life. About the fear that he will not admit to but cannot stop talking about. We've worked hard all our lives, and planned carefully. Those plans may come to nothing before we are done. Who knows?

I've got my seed. Levi's cutting our boards for my raised bed. We're going to get some top soil in. My sister will bring us over a couple tractor loads of old manure that has rotted over a couple years outside their barn. I will get chickens. We are planting an acre of field corn for the deer and turkey. We owe money to no one. In short, what we are doing here is setting ourselves to be ready for hard times. If the hard times do not come, we'll certainly be no worse off for our preparations. If the hard times do come, well...we'll get through them.

Or we won't. 

I guess I'm a little more pragmatic than Tim, which surprises me. I've always been the emotional one. Not sure when that all changed. 

Today, I touched base with our executor to fine tune something that occurred to me overnight. 




Wednesday, March 5, 2025

Do What We Can

 

I'm not going to even discuss the SOTU address.  I didn't watch it, and from all the scuttle butt on the television today, I know that I made the right decision. 

Right now, it feels as if the people who have the power to make a difference aren't doing so. https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/donald-trump/government-lawyers-ethics-help-trump-crackdown-bar-associations-rcna190460

Can you imagine he's ordering lawyers to follow orders even if it goes against their ethics? 
And people aren't screaming about this?

He's giving himself the right to bend the law to suit his purposes. 
He's making sure that he can face no consequences for what he does. 

I feel as if when I say things like this out loud, I'm seen as some sort of radical. 
In the end, we can only do what we can do. 

We can do this: 

Kay has a call for action: The Ides of Trump

https://travelerswife.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-ides-of-trump.html

We can do this: 

https://www.azcentral.com/story/money/business/consumers/2025/03/03/companies-boycott-2025/81098702007/

The Amazon Boycott starts March 7th. 

We can write or call our representatives in DC. 

John Fetterman is, unfortunately a waste of time, stating on the New Yorker Radio Hour, that Trump's administration is "dumping three feet of raw sewage on America and we have a dixie cup to bail it out." Then he goes on to say we have to work with tRUMP. 

(Like tRUMP is working with Putin?)

He was entrusted to go to Washington and to stand up against the status quo, uphold the constitution, represent his people. He's not doing that, but he gets an e-mail from me anyway pointing out his responsibilities, and closing with a note than when this is done, the voices that will be remembered for all of history are the ones that spoke out against what is happening. 

Anyways. 

Just do what you can do, and when you have done that: 




Tuesday, March 4, 2025

How (in the world did I forget to title this?)

Today:

Tim got his car back together, and we have been driving it again. 

We got had to run to Titusville to get some pipefittings made. 

Min's walking better, so the antibiotics must be working. 

It was a beautiful day. In the 60s. I didn't wear a coat. The snow is melting quickly, and should be gone by tomorrow. 

That post yesterday. It got me to thinking once again, about that book that I loved so much as a kid, and could never find. I didn't know the title. I didn't know the author's name. I just remembered the story line. It turned out later, that my memory of the story line was not 100%, which is probably why typing in what I remembered about the book didn't work. In any case, I found a website that listed Scholastic books, with pictures of the covers

When I saw this, I recognized it right away. It is the book that I've been searching for, off and on, for years now. 


I was surprised to see that my little 45 cent book was selling for some crazy prices. One even wanted $73 for it! I found it on e-bay for $10 and ridiculously, I bought it. 

Even more ridiculous, I am excited for it to get here. 

So, that was today. Sadly, my knee is worse. The pain has always been on the medial side of my knee. Starting last night, it seems to be also affecting the lateral side, which is a bit discouraging. It occurs to me that it might help if I used a cane, but honestly, I cannot quite reconcile myself to that. Not yet. 

Back in September, I told you about the seed collector who was collecting native grasses.

 (https://lifesfunnylikethat.blogspot.com/2024/09/) 

Anyways, much to our surprise, we got another check in the mail from him for our Rattlesnake grass. A bit of serendipity. I'm not sure when he came back, because we've had snow on the ground for such a long time. 

What else? I bought another Christmas present today. 

We are going to buy 50 pounds of field corn to plant for the deer. Tim said, "I wish we had something to break up the soil..." I said, "Like a rototiller?" He said, "No. Something big..." I said, "Like a tractor drawn rototiller?" He looked at me. I said, "We GOT one, Tim. It's parked over next door in Anna and Dave's machine shed. Everybody in the family uses it." He grinned embarrassedly. "Gees. I forgot." 

Some people raise beef. Our intention is to raise 'woods' beef. 

We are not watching the blabbing tonight, because that is all it is. He just runs his mouth and makes big promises, but they are 'pie crust promises': easily made, easily broken. He'll be singing a whole different song tomorrow. I will just wait and see what he does then. 

I found this interesting though: 

 How many times have we heard the right wing screeching about their second amendment rights? Every single time a democrat runs, the rallying cry is: "He's coming for your guns!" 

Except...now...

https://www.aol.com/news/top-federal-prosecutor-washington-says-181828606.html

The second amendment folks will go apeshit over that. 





Monday, March 3, 2025

Living in the Past

 A funny think happened. Tim needed to buy a slide hammer to work on his car. We don't buy from Amazon if we can avoid it, but we found it on E-bay, and ordered it. What I didn't realize is that a while back, when I was looking for books for the Amish Christmas, I'd seen a copy of 'Charlie the Lonesome Cougar' on e-bay. I had that book when I was a kid, and I loved it. 

I must have put it in my 'shopping cart' at some point. When Tim ordered his tool, he didn't notice he was ordering two things instead of one, and that old book arrived today. 

It was a scholastic book. Does anyone remember those? A newspaper arrived in the class room and was handed out to each child. I would take mine home and pore over the selections. I usually had a bit of money from doing chores. I don't remember a regular allowance, but we'd have the chance to make a quarter or two, and that was a big deal to us, having our own money, and it was not spent foolishly. I agonized over those books, and it took forever for me to figure out what book I was going to buy. 

All these years later, I held this copy of 'Charlie' in my hands. It made me smile to see that it cost a whole 45 cents back in 1968. I would have been 11 years old. 

As stupid as it sounds, I sat myself right down and read it and remembered what it was like to be 11. We lived a very isolated life, with no nearby kids. While we had a television, we lived in a valley, and reception was very poor. When we did have reception, it was two channels, in black and white. I seem to remember that the horizontal hold on our television gave us great problems, which made the picture roll. All this to say, books played a really big part of my childhood. 

So...that was a sweet hour, this afternoon, reading and remembering. 

I almost hated to bring myself back to the present. 

Tariffs take effect tomorrow against Canada and Mexico, and that's going to bite us. Heck. It's biting us already. The stock market has been dropping steadily at the mere thought of it. But a 25% tariff on Canada and Mexico and a 10% tariff on China. Except that most of our fentanyl originates in China. Mexico is second.  Less than 1% is brought in through Canada. Why we're slapping a 25% tariff on Canada and only 10% on China, I couldn't tell you, but it seems to be our goal to piss off as many countries as possible. (Late edit: It seems that the 10% number on China is an increase. I'm not sure what's going on there. I've seen numbers indicating they'll be pay a 33% increase on most things. If you can clarify, don't hesitate to leave a comment.)

https://www.dea.gov/sites/default/files/2020-03/DEA_GOV_DIR-008-20%20Fentanyl%20Flow%20in%20the%20United%20States_0.pdf

Consumers will be paying for those tariffs of course, but it seems as if people are sitting up and taking notice of the warnings. For the first time, I heard about 'No Buy 2025'. That's probably not a good thing for the economy, but hey, I'm sure the president will take care of those hurting billionaires when we consumers can't afford to consume. 

Us mere mortals will simply have to take care of ourselves and each other as best we can. 

Crazy times, and they are going to get crazier. But, you know, people have been living in crazy times throughout history. In the end, all we can do is prepare for them, and have confidence in our abilities to do what needs to be done. 



Sunday, March 2, 2025

Small stuff

Houdi is still finicky. How finicky? Well...so finicky that I bought him Blue Buffalo cat food. That's the pricey good stuff. Did he appreciate it? No, once again, he turned up his snooty little nose at it. So...he didn't get supper last night, which he made a lot of noise over. 

When he decided that no replacement canned cat food was forthcoming, he indignantly went to the door and began to fuss to go out. 

I let him out, but it wasn't long and he'd changed his mind and decided he wanted back in. Understandable. It was pretty cold outside. 

I'm about sick of his nonsense. He did not get his wet cat food last night and spent the day prowling around and crying pitifully. I discussed it with him in a very no-nonsense way: 'You've been fed, dummy. If you don't want to eat that, go nibble your kibble.' My poetry did not stop the protest. 

The good news is that when I slapped down a helping of his Meow mix wet food tonight, he didn't get all persnickety. He ate. 

The good news is that the ferals are always delighted with the rejects. Nothing goes to waste. 

One of the ferals, Minnie has done an injury to himself, so we are going up every day. He gets his own cat food with an antibiotic in it. Of course, he's the wariest one of the batch, so I don't actually get to see what he's done to himself, but he's grateful for his separate dish catfood and gobbles it down right away. 

I've been just grieving today. It's everything, I suppose. Just a pile of stuff. On top of it, my knee has gotten quite bad at this point. May and surgery seems discouragingly far off. I imagine that the cold weather aggravates the arthritis. 

But there is good news. 

I bought my first Christmas gift for next year. 

It is supposed to get up to 58 degrees on Wednesday. For comparison, it is 18 right this minute. 

I read a book all the way through for the first time in a long time. I've been struggling to keep my mind on a book. 

We've got wild turkey coming in to eat corn just about every day at the new house. 

I made sushi today. I did a beginner's mistake, so I will try again, but it was fun to try my hand at something new. The good news is that I think I know what I did wrong, and even though it did not look the prettiest, it did taste good, so I've got that part right. I did lick some avocado off my finger, only to discover it was wasabi, and almost blew my own sinuses out. 

I wrote the first installment of my fairy story for my oldest grandaughter. 

I found a nice pair of jeans for my grandson. 

I have plenty of small reasons to celebrate. Sometimes, I just need to attend to those things and not look at the big picture for a while.

Saturday, March 1, 2025

Why It Was Shameful

Negotiation: discussion aimed at reaching an agreement.

It is the art of bringing two sides together. A facilitator (neutral party) attempts to get both sides to make concessions to the point where an agreement can be worked out. No one gets what they want, 100%. 

What we saw Friday was not the work of a peacemaker. What we saw was two men who had already decided how things were going to be, and tried to back Zelenskyy into a corner and force him to do their bidding. 

That is not the work of a peacemaker. What we saw had nothing to do with diplomacy. 

Extortion: The act of obtaining something through force or threats. 

I cannot believe the number of people who believe that the United States acquitted themselves honorably. 

I saw the exchange. 

I saw no honor. 




That above is a quote from Leo Tolstoy. 

Russia hasn't changed a great deal in some respects, has it? 




Friday, February 28, 2025

Ukraine

 Yesterday, Ms. Moon said she was proud of every federal worker who resigned rather than go against their oath to defend the constitution. 

I'm proud of them too. It shows a powerful strength of character that in the end, what matters more to them is a promise. I see way too many federal workers who are putting their jobs ahead of what is best for this country, the vast majority of them being long serving Republicans. Their silence is their complicity. 

I'm also proud of every blue dot that speaks up in a red county. I'm proud of the man who changed his party from being a lifelong Independent to Democrat because it was time to pick a side. I'm proud of the people who put their money where their mouth is and participated in the boycott. 

I'm proud of the people who call their representatives and congressman. 

I'm proud of Zelenskyy. I'm proud of Ukraine. I'm proud of the EU. 

One of Vance's criticisms was concerning how Zelenskyy was dressed. (Hint: It was not in a suit and tie. He felt it showed disrespect.)

Exhibit 1: 





I am sickened that we are pushing a 'diplomacy' which forces Ukraine to concede much, yet the president could not answer one question: What is Russia giving up in exchange? What has Russia promised? 

https://www.aa.com.tr/en/americas/trump-deflects-when-asked-what-russia-should-give-up-in-peace-talks-with-ukraine/3481713

Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty details the EU reaction to today's debacle:

https://www.rferl.org/a/33332042.html

It was hard to watch today's events.


I'm sending out my emails to my senator and my representative. I hope that you will too. 

                                    


Thursday, February 27, 2025

Nothing new

Today I emailed our senator and our representative. I don't have time to sit on the phone trying over and over. Some phones are not even being answered at this point, and legislators are being advised to avoid town halls. I can only add my voice. 

I went out and signed some petitions.

We worked on the rehab, picked up a water tank. 

I've got a pretty serious question though. About eggs. Usually the little convenience stores are higher priced than the big grocery stores, but much to our surprise, we discovered two convenience stores are selling their eggs for $3 a dozen. Hillandale brand. Just for curiosity, I went around price checking today. The prices range from $6.66 to $9.89 from store to store. The cage free eggs are more, of course, but interestingly enough, the eggs we got were cage free. How can one distributor sell their eggs at a price that allows stores to sell at $3 a dozen and still make a profit? 

I'm so curious about that. 



Anyways, so that was today. It's cold and rainy here, but it is not snowing, and you know what? I'll take it. 




 

Great News For Us, Bad News For Trump

Onward.

I’ve got a lot of great news for you today. I hope it gives you some relief from the Trump and Musk garbage—and shows some examples of how folks are fighting this tyranny.

Yesterday, judges once again stood up to Trump, with one blocking his attempt to ban refugee admissions, calling it an “effective nullification of congressional will.” And another judge ordered the Trump Administration to pay out at least hundreds of millions in frozen funds for USAID projects—by tonight.

A teachers union filed suit over the Trump Administration threatening to withhold funding from schools, unless they eliminate diversity programs by the end of this week. The lawsuit calls it “an unlawful attempt...to impose this administration’s particular views of how schools should operate as if it were the law.”

Farmers and environmental groups are suing the USDA for purging climate change data from its website. Jeffrey Stein, an attorney for Earthjustice—one of the groups who sued—said: “USDA should be working to protect our food system from droughts, wildfires, and extreme weather, not denying the public access to critical resources.”

Hampton Dellinger, the watchdog who was reinstated by a judge after Trump tried to fire him, has filed petitions to undo the terminations of 6 other federal employees. He is also considering seeking relief for a much larger group of folks, who have been wrongfully fired by Trump.

Over at DOGE, 21 employees submitted a joint resignation letter, saying: “We swore to serve the American people and uphold our oath to the Constitution…However, it has become clear that we can no longer honor those commitments” at DOGE. Good. Every last one of them should resign.

DOGE was also caught deleting the 5 biggest spending cuts it touted last week. It had errors in the billions—claiming $8B was cut from ICE, when it was actually $8M, counting $655M in cuts to US AID 3 times, and more.

At a US House hearing, AOC slammed Elon’s minions for their failures: “We have not heard a single concrete number of the amount of waste and abuse that has been identified. There’s kind of this vague magic wand around waste…What’s being suggested is that…people seeing the doctor is a waste…These are peoples’ lives that are on the line and we cannot laugh them away.”

A grassroots campaign calling for a nationwide economic blackout is gaining steam. Folks are being asked to avoid spending any money online or in-stores for 24 hours this Friday, in protest of corporate greed and rising prices. It excludes purchases for medicine, food, etc. And there are similar, week-long actions planned in March and April against Amazon, Nestlé, and Walmart.

Lastly, we just released my awesome interview with fmr. federal prosecutor Glenn Kirschner this morning—be sure to check it out. In it, when talking about the importance of contacting our Members of Congress, he said, “pressure bursts pipes.” Which is exactly what we aim to do.

Here is something to mull:


Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Getting things done.

 Well, the news of the day: when I went down to feed the ferals, I was, for the first time in forever, feeding four of them. Yep! Sigh was back! He was the first one down the ladder to meet me. I thought it was him, but I didn't want to get too excited. He and Possum look very alike, except that Sigh is smaller and Possum has a black spot next to his nose. So...I kept talking as I do, filling their water dish and checking the heat. I sat down to feed them, and sure enough, there were two Siamese-y looking cats, four blue eyes staring earnestly at me, waiting for their canned catfood. Min and Tiger joined the party in pretty short order. 

The other news is that Min is finally warming up and allows a little petting. It's about time, don't you think?

Today was a supply day. We needed to run to the plumbing supply place in Titusville to pick up the rest of what we need for both the rehab and for the new house. Tim said, "Is there anything that you can eat at Burger King?" 

The fact is, I haven't eaten lunch in a couple of weeks. I eat a late breakfast, heavy on the protein: Two hardboiled eggs, an avocado, a slice of wheat bread with peanut butter, and a cup of plain yogurt with blueberries, along with my cup of coffee. For less than 600 calories, I have a meal that carries me all day until supper. I have a disgustingly large salad with whatever I have in the vegetable drawer. That's my food intake for the day, along with a couple thousand ml of water. I am trying to avoid medication, and that has been quite a powerful motivator for me. 

So...I suggested that Tim go to Burger King and have a leisurely lunch while I went across the street and had a leisurely stroll at a thrift store, which he thought was a dandy idea. 

Much to my delight, they had a sale going on. Anything with a gray tag was 79 cents. I headed straight over to the boys' section. William is at an age where cool clothing is a very big deal, and I watch what kids his age are wearing very carefully. 

I knew that he needed sweatpants for gym. I'd bought two pair last month, but today, I found two more pair with good labels and the tapered legs he likes so much. I found two pair of shorts and picked up 5 shirts. I was tickled with my finds. Regular price was $62. for everything. Today it came to $7. Quite a nice haul. (As Merry would phrase it, I 'accidently' picked up a baking dish and two games as well.)

Steve? Do London foxes do this? To be honest, I've never heard this before.

My brother-in-law and sister are having some difficulties. A local miscreant was caught taking down their fence, presumably to sell the t-posts. He was hard at it in broad day light. Dave was home and caught him redhanded, sent him packing with a stern warning that he wasn't going to call the police this time, but the next time, the law would be involved. 

Well, of course, the man (being a butthead) began to commit acts of vandalism on their property. They never saw him, but they followed his tracks in the snow back to his property. As promised, the police were called. 

The official law response was that they'd been looking for him, but hadn't been able to locate him. Dave snorted. "He's right down at ----------'s trailer!" 

The police drove down and knocked on the door. The woman who cracked open the door claimed she 'hadn't seen him for quite awhile'. In the background, the little voice of her daughter piped up: "He's right here, Mom!!!!" 

From the mouth of babes.

So that's about it, really. Taking a break from the news, but that was today. 





Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Slow Day


Another warm day. The snow and ice are melting pretty quickly. Two more 40+ degree days coming. I expect that the snow will be gone by the end of the week. We were talking this morning, and if our memory is right, we have had snow on the ground since deer season, which is begins after Thanksgiving. 

Other than that, plumbing work at the renovation.

A friend died today, which was sad news. 

Don't feel much like writing today, and so I won't. 

Have a good evening folks. 




Let Them



 It's the strangest darn thing. I went to bake an apple crisp last night. I just needed my 8 x 8 baking dish, since I was just making a small one for Tim. Much to my surprise, I no longer had an 8 x 8 baking dish. Also missing was my Wilton 9 x 13 cake pan. I really liked that pan! Good heavy duty thing that would last forever. 

Now, nobody walked into my house, rooted through my cupboards and swiped those two baking dishes. I knew right away what I did. I made a dish to pass, and did not get my dishes back. 

It's okay. I mean, I probably bought them at a thrift store at some point, so it wasn't the end of the world. But they were nice quality baking dishes. Today, I went thrifting to specifically look to replace those two pans. 

Of course, I found the replacements. A brand new Pyrex square pan and a cake pan, not as nice as my previous one, but perfectly fine. I also found a square laundry basket, a good one. It just needed cleaned up.  And a pair of shoes. I needed a black pair of casual shoes. While I was roaming through looking to see what else I didn't know I needed, I heard someone greet me, and looked down the aisle. 

There he came, his dreadlocks bouncing with every step, his gauged ears, his piercings, his tattoos, his head wrap. But don't be deceived by his appearance. He used to be a neighbor. The friendliest guy you could ever meet. The nicest guy you could ever meet. A devoted dad. He walked his little boy to the corner and waited for the head start bus every morning. He was waiting for him when the boy was dropped off. I know that he took great pride in his home. I know that he's affable, a talker. He's worked at the store for many years, and you never see him not busy. I mean, really, he's impossible not to like. 

So I greeted him back and asked him how it was going, and he said, "Not so great." 

That was a surprise. I don't think I've ever known him to have an off day. I waited. 

He said that his wife had left him. 

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. 

And he said, "Just before Valentine's Day." 

"Ouch," I said. 

And he said, "Yeah. Even worse, she already has someone else." 

I tried to figure out some comforting thing to say, but he went on. "I just feel as if our years were a lie. Did she even ever love me? Probably not. Was she cheating on me right along? Maybe. I don't even know."

And he stood there looking at me miserably. 

I said, "You know, I've been reading something that I think applies here. Two words. 'Let them.' You can't change her. She's going to be what she is. So, let her. You can't change other people. So let them. You just be you." 

He said, "Let them..." In a considering sort of way.

I said, "Yep." 

He said, "That makes sense." He suddenly smiled and headed for the back room to get back to work. 

I continued looking just in case there was something else that I didn't know that I needed. You know, there's something honoring about having someone share a sorrow with you. I'm sure it is a huge paradigm shift for him. It can't be easy with a little boy involved. Like I said, he's a very devoted dad. 

I headed to the register. There was a line, but he stopped what he was doing and walked over to the other register. Cheerfully, he rang me up. When he was done, just the same as always, he said, "Have a good day," and I said, "You, too..." and he smiled ruefully. "Time wounds all heels," I said, heading for the door. His smile flashed in his beard. "Hey!" he called out after me, "I'm going to remember what you said: 'Let them.'" 

"Good for you!" I said. 

"Maybe I need a tattoo!" he said. 

It made me laugh. So did this: 



It was in the 40s today. The ice was soft enough that I felt that it was safe to go for a walk outside without risking further damage to my knee. That walk felt good. 

We are done with the good. Let's get right down to the bad and the ugly: 




Monday, February 24, 2025

A Post from Robert Reich

 

Keep Calm and Carry On

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