The memory chain is interesting. I’d bet for scientists and doctors who work with our brains that it is overwhelmingly interesting.
This morning I was buttering a piece of toast and instantaneously I thought of Uncle Charlie. He is long, long gone, and sometime if you want to talk about tough lives, not the tough lives of the privileged protestors today, we can talk about him.
Buttering bread and Uncle Charlie, he was known for putting the butter on extremely thick, what was known in those days (because they didn’t know anything in those days like they know today) as heart-attack thick. Best buttered bread you could get, that was Uncle Charlie.
He was married to Aunt Hannah. She is long, long gone. Aunt Hannah: housedress, white bobby sox, house slippers similar to what I’m wearing now, open-toe, flat heel, just that one strap across the bottom of the toes.
Aunt Hannah was in love with the Brooklyn Dodgers. She lived across the street from where they played, knew all the players, went to the games, all the games.
Spring started yesterday; today is the first full day of Spring. Up here in the northeast we don’t really know if we’re done with the snow or not, but looks like it – maybe. My wife and daughter are upstairs sleeping. I made breakfast for them, they ate, they went upstairs separately and when I looked in on them they were peacefully asleep.
I feel somewhat content. I don’t generally feel this way. More often I feel pressured and stressed, worried (GAD) and harried.
But not at this moment. Thank God for that. I feel very grateful these days, filled with gratitude. We’ve survived Covid and are vaccinated. My daughter is in school, has been in school since July 2020 half-time and since December 2020 full-time. In many ways her Covid journey is the paradigm for how we should have been handling it altogether. Maybe we would have been handling it better all along and would be handling it better now if the Democrats hadn’t used it as the key political weapon in their seize-power-control-America-forever arsenal.
But that is what it is and it’s for another time.
I’m posting this little piece first, before I post some new things. I work in the mental health field and while the Democrats piss away 2 trillion dollars for bull shit that’s not necessary and which has proven over the last 55 years not to in any way accomplish that which they say they want to accomplish, that very small percentage of kiddos and adults with serious mental health issues suffers inordinately more and worse than anyone else except the elderly they let die (maybe purposefully).
Yes! Those with serious mental health issues and disabilities are a small percentage of our population. As such and by the nature of their ailments, they are underfunded, mostly under-represented politically and most incapable of advocating for themselves.
Over this Covid time the mental health services system has become saturated and it is very hard to find services. My workload volume has increased 140%.
So I have no apologies for not posting for a few weeks. I have no apologies for me at all. I’ve been busy.
Regarding apologies, those who would tell us to feel bad about ourselves for who and what we are based upon our skin color and political beliefs should be apologizing to us by simply passing strict term limits for themselves. Their attempting to teach such ridiculousness to our little children in public schools is beyond despicable and disgusting. It is obscene.
What they are doing and what their lapdog press is promoting is the real insurrection in America.
And so it goes.
Memory chain: I remember my father being a POW in Nazi Germany for three and a half years. Hitler killed almost 10 million people. Moving toward that totalitarianism is the real insurrection in America.
