The Very Definition Of Meaningless Actions

You probably don't remember- and why should you? but last year I had a bird whose daily task was to try and kill the bird in the reflection of my bathroom window. Either that, or else he just really wanted in, perhaps for a nice little bath in the Talavera sink. That guy showed up for weeks, perching in the bamboo and then making a direct attack on the window, recovering, flying back to his perch, and doing it all again. Over and over and over. 
I suppose it's the angle of the light or even the smell of the air at this particular time of year but that bird came to my mind the other day and I wondered if he would be back. 
And sure enough this morning, I was in my bathroom and heard a very familiar sound and looked up to see him in the bamboo, getting ready for another try at the window. Can you see him in that picture? He will be amusing me for the next week or so, I imagine. Luckily, he doesn't hit the window hard enough to injure his tiny little brain. He doesn't get enough of a running start for that. Or flying start, as it were. 

Today was pottery day. I'm struggling there. I truly need more instruction than I am getting and somehow I always feel like an idiot when I ask questions that apply to very basic techniques. It reminds me of my high school trigonometry class when I simply could not grasp the concepts of how it all worked. I had loved algebra, for the most part, especially the way it all fit together and that I could understand with some work and lots of instruction from our teacher, Mr. Fink (I am not making that up) who was a very fine teacher, albeit a rather odd man. 
But oh, I could NOT crack the code on how trig worked. I cried in class almost every day. The teacher who was a really lovely older woman named Miss Smith (although we called her Miss Trig, of course) once told me that if I spent as much time paying attention as I did crying, I might be able to understand it. She was probably as frustrated with me and my stupid questions as I was with trigonometry. 
So then I was frustrated, upset, AND embarrassed and I do believe all of that is part of the reason I find it so hard to ask "stupid" questions, even in a pottery class. 

But whatever. The time always goes quickly and it's nice to have a chat with the others. Sometimes we are more chatty than others. Today was a relatively quiet day. 

Jessie and I went to the Indian buffet after class and it was, as always, good. She had to pick up August early from school to take him to the dentist and I went off to Costco and Publix, as I do. I know I complain about not knowing what to make for dinner a lot but I swear- I'm just about at the end of the road with meal planning. It seems like we've had EVERYTHING in the last few weeks. 

I think I'm just tired of everything. Are we not all exhausted after the last three weeks? I'm sure we've all heard about the Gulf of America and what a dumb bitch move that is. Fuck that. But have you heard about renaming Greenland "Red, White, and Blue Land?" 
Anger is exhausting. And I know that anger is not doing me any good. But how do you avoid it? I know, I know- channel that anger, baby! Resist! 
Okay. I'll work on it. Meanwhile, I'm tired all the time. Or, you know- I could be dying. 

But here's a headline I just read in Huffpost:

American Bar Association Says Trump Is Not Following The Rule Of Law

Okay. True. Good for the American Bar Association to point out this most salient truth. But who is going to make the Fuhrer start following the rule of law? He's got his iron fist on all the branches of government and the military. And how he's managed to do that AND ban paper straws AND rename major geographical areas I do not know. I suppose he's had a little help.
I wonder if he's working on his first Kennedy Center Honors ceremony performance list too? 

1. Kid Rock
2. Ted Nugent 

And that should do it. 

Anger is not only exhausting, it also can feel so good to express. Again- I know it's not doing me any good. 

I'm not doing you any good either so I'll shut up now. I'm just banging my stupid head against a bathroom window. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Here's what the Japanese Magnolia in Jessie's backyard looks like right now. 

I did take the picture through the kitchen window so it's not a great photo but if you look closely up on the right side of the tree, you can see the Hula Hoop stuck in it. Nice decoration. 

MM