Continued Confessions

one day at a time

Today I have a very personal confession to report. I have a tendency to be a blurter, as well as being naturally nosy. But I really have to check myself sometimes. This week I had been assisted by a young woman in the grocery store, and when she stepped from behind the counter I asked whether she was pregnant. She exclaimed in horror that she hoped not, then described her pants as being particularly tight (which would have made her belly protrude?). I seriously have to mind my own business, and the acronym is MYOB, with the Y being your. Confession is purportedly good for the soul, so I shall now put that faux pas behind me.

I just returned from my morning walkies, this time 35 minutes around Fort Trumbull State Park. There seem to be new signs now describing the Fort as the Gateway to the Connecticut Blue Heritage Trail which links important sites of Connecticut’s marine environment and maritime heritage. One sign gives a condensed history of the site noting that the Mohegan and Pequot tribes lived along the shores and coastal upland plains of the Thames River long before the Europeans arrived around 1646. The Fort was first built in 1777.

I’m very thankful to be up and walking first thing in the morning again. I saw a gentleman my age in a video saying that the important thing was to get yourself out there. I know that feeling. For years, the first thing I did as I set my feet on the floor from bed was to get ready to go walking. Somewhere around the pandemic I seemed to get out of the daily habit; but I recently saw another video of a young woman explaining the idea of having a streak. So I can report that this week I am on a streak again. Walkies every morning first thing.

And of course reading about the British capturing Fort Trumbull because of the traitor Benedict Arnold brings me full circle to the current situation. This is not a soap opera, people! The fact that the two besties have had a falling out over money adds drama to the continuing chaos, but everything the current regime of idiots does will affect us all. Thankfully, my Social Security deposit was made on time, and I can manage for another month. I am also depending on Medicare and what is called Extra Help from the State to cover my extremely costly heart medicine. And the nearby Community Health Center with its doctors and dentists has been a lifeline. But as I said to my pulmonary specialist the other day, this society does not appear to revere its elders. Perhaps the ice floe is a good idea?

I actually have some work to do today, and as long as my eyes hold out I can complete the search online and then deliver my report and invoice in one neat package. But I really have to take things as they come because so far the prognosis is for further deterioration. My fabulous bluetooth hearing aids are keeping me in touch with the birdies though. So there’s that.

We must all continue to do what we can to thwart the evil plans of Russell Vought (who pronounces his name VOTE) and the other architects of Project 2025 which will destroy America. So many wonderful Substackers have discussed in grim detail the latest budget bill which is so bloated it resembles the fat useful idiot who supposedly named it. Be sure you understand that there is a provision within the thousand plus pages which makes the sitting President a King. As a former British subject, I personally am partial to Queens and we loved our royal family. But Parliament runs the country, not the monarch. Please continue to stand firm against the wannabe DICTATOR.

RESIST AWAYS

TTFN