TEAM “FUCK NO”

February usually saps my energy, but this back half proves to be ramping up. Yep, I’m still manically cleaning and getting rid of stuff. I’m still considering (and looking for) folks’ requests, but as I said I have no NC band t shirts. A pair of child-sized stirrups for an English saddle  perhaps? Haha. A taxidermied deer head with the antlers cut off that I saw in a dumpster and felt sorry for so I took it home? Actually there's two? Yep. There are some truly bizarre items in my little universe…

It’s very early. 5:57 AM. The windows are filled with that faintly glowing light. The color of blue so rare and special it seems like it’s trying to tell you something profound. Like you could walk into it and into another universe by accident. The windchimes are gently singing. I love this time of day; the time of great possibility. Coffee tastes especially good at this hour as well. Warm cats are like plump little hot water bottles against my legs. Coco gets her surgery staples out today and I am so excited for her. There are still a couple months of recovery ahead but she’s through the worst part, which frankly, didn’t seem bad at all! She’s such a good dog. Sigh…

I’m deep into costume building mode at the moment. I think if I had my way I’d just build costumes and dioramas all the time. And garden :) I can’t tell you what the costumes are yet, but all will be revealed this year. There’s so much to do! I have been very aware of a great deal of kindness around me lately. I am sure this has to do with my better energy levels, and I am kinder in turn. And it keeps growing. THIS is how we resist. Joy, kindness and economic sanctions! Pass the joy on and go at resisting HARD! We have to start early and not let up. We are so worth fighting for. Speaking of, I am much happier as I have been staying off things like Instagram (and all of social media) for the most part (Insta is really the only one I partake in, I do have a Blue Sky but the talk seems just as much a panicky, controlled and curated universe as Instagram, it’s just not owned by Nazis…) I just don’t want to play the “Us VS Them” game. It’s not real. Fuck the republicans and democrats, fuck the liberals VS conservatives… Fuck the dramatic delivery of “news” from any source. It’s a game so moronic it’s not worth playing, mostly because It isn’t a game at all. You can’t apply sports thinking to things as complex as humans and their behavior. Of course there are obvious battles to fight; Nazis are VERY bad. Musk was not elected. The most vulnerable of us are in danger and need our help. We need to fill this place with hope, as we are at a deficit. Hope building, making, resisting, amplifying good, singing, walking outside, meeting people, trading things instead of using money, fixing our own stuff, petting dogs, saying “hi,” holding doors for strangers, donating, reveling in little successes, watching it snow out the windows, gleefully claiming what is ours. This is not toxic positivity, I’m just not a good enough writer to explain what I’m going through. When the election results were announced my soul just quietly said “no.” I wasn’t crazy about the democrats either (genocide money) and I wasn’t surprised by the outcome, though I had so badly wished for a different one; one with an adversary that could possibly be reasoned with? I had to hope for something. It’s human nature even when you know they are all corrupt and in bed with each other to some extent, you still wanna try to do your best to steer the oil tanker in a direction that will hurt less people. I was not afraid. But I was not afraid in a way that I could not even take the loss seriously. “You cannot have my life, my fear or even my hatred. You have no power over me.” But I keep voting every day with my dollar, and with kindness and with deeds. Some deeds are favors I accept, some I give. This is the currency I am leaning on. 

So here we are. Tonight at midnight starts the People’s Economic Blackout, so for all of February 28th let’s buy nothing. If you have to, only do it in cash and only support a small local business. It’s also my gramma Mary Ann’s birthday and she would love this. She despised hatred, oppression, abuse, violence and exploitation of all kinds, especially when it affects the vulnerable. (which we all are now) So if you need a reason, so it for my gramma :)

I’m gonna leave the comments on, but I respectfully request that no one write to tell me how the US government works or give me shitty news just to be the person who gives me shitty news. Thank you. XO

What is your most indulgent dream job? Diorama builder? Ice cream tester? Zamboni driver? Do tell!

I wish I had a skateboard so I could PLASTER it in the new Betty White stamps from the post office!