if you don’t feel overwhelmed right now – and you are in the united states – than you are – clearly – an anomaly.
we pulled up behind this car at a stoplight. the “#notnormal” bumpersticker got my attention.
nothing seems normal. nothing IS normal.
we – in this country – are facing down the collapse of everything we have known, understood, loved.
it is utter madness. crazy-deranged. grotesquely-mean. sociopathic.
i am resisting. i am trying to resist. and i am failing.
i am resisting fear. i am resisting depression. i am resisting confusion. i am resisting horror. i am resisting rage. i am resisting the madness.
i am trying to resist fear. i am trying to resist depression. i am trying to resist confusion. i am trying to resist horror. i am trying to resist rage. i am trying to resist the madness.
i am failing at resisting fear. i am failing to resist depression. i am failing to resist confusion. i am failing to resist horror. i am failing to resist rage. i am failing to resist the madness.
all of it. a melting pot of fear, depression, confusion, horror, rage, madness and – yes – resistance.
because this is all so exponentially not normal.
we – all the rest of us mortals – are all trying to breathe one breath at a time. in and out. inhale. exhale.
and we – each in our own way – resist the madness.
because we have to.
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read DAVID’s thoughts this MERELY-A-THOUGHT MONDAY
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reverse threading 
April 7, 2025 at 8:50 am
i was wondering why she was mad at me? she said it was because the adobe we use to wash dishes, that I had gotten sauce on it when cleaning my plate. but that wasn’t it. she finally confessed to me that it was fear, anger, and depression about what was happening to our society due to the moron in Florida. your comment was spot on Kerri! the temporary painkiller for Brenda was to go out the front door and hand-feed a bun-bun (it takes it directly out of her hand).
Brenda and i worry every month if we will receive our Social Security retirement. luckily for us, our vehicle is paid off – we could camp in it till we reach Cananda (if they will take a couple of old farts like us). or – and this is the biggie – we could commune with you, David, and Dogga!!! 😊😊✌️✌️
April 7, 2025 at 9:09 am
This is all so so very hard. Very stressful and depressing. We try to appreciate the tiniest of moments right now – love the vision of Brenda hand-feeding the bunnies. We worry too. A lot.