Making the effort; finding my way . . .
This year, this godawful year, has thrown
down the gauntlet, make no mistake. We
thought we'd gotten off to a good start . . .
and then the COVID-19 pandemic hit. We
may have been able to handle it differently
had we been informed as soon as those
pesky powers at be knew! Alas, that wasn't
going to happen.
Then, there was the Impeachment that didn't
seem to go anywhere. I'll never get that one!
Me thinks Mother Earth was pissed enough
to let loose the West Coast Wildfires. Not
certain we'll ever recover from that one! But,
the early passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg,
my shero, has been the hardest to deal with.
I wanted every minute possible with her.
I know, I know . . . it's important to be
positive and me thinks I've made every
effort or I would have slashed my wrists
already. Still, I'm thinking, I'm thinking . . .
Do we have any goodies from the baddies,
at all, from this infamous 2020?! Grrrrrrrr!
~!@#$%^&*()_+
I've made a new friend. It didn't rain on my
guy's b-day nor on our Lughnasadh reunion.
My family is all alive and well . . . me thinks
I damn well better stop complaining!
Sooooo, here's to trying the positive on for
size . . .
its raining pouring
a rainbow after the rain
sometimes i forget
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