Just When You Think Things Can't Get Worse

Today has not been anything like I thought it was going to be. We did not go to the coast because it was spitting cold rain that felt more like sleet and was gray and nasty and after our appointment with Jalisa, we said fuck it, and came home. Also, we were not in the best mood as I had jumped all over Mr. Moon for pointing out where he thought the card should be tapped when I was self-checking out with my limes and avocados at Costco and although it does sort of look like the place he pointed to would be the logical tap target, I knew in fact that it was not because I go through that line once or twice every week of my life and for some reason this just pissed me off. 
I tried to explain it to him (womansplain?) but he didn't get it and I don't think he will. Such a stupid little thing but boy, did it light me up. I really don't know why that triggered me so much but it surely did so today hasn't been the best day but it's much better now because, as you can see, we have two fine young men here who are now watching some science show on Netflix Kids but who also asked me to read to them before that and so I did. We are already in the nostalgia phase of reading books wherein they love for me to read them their old favorites and of course I love that too. 
The reason the little guys are here is because Jessie and Vergil went to Apalachicola today where they bought a travel trailer in which to live their soon-to-be-realized dream of taking off for six months to journey across the country and see what can be seen and do what can be done and have adventures. The plans are not all in place but their little home has now been bought. 
So Glen picked the boys up from after-school and brought them here and Jessie and Vergil will soon be here to pick them up and show us their camper thing. RV? Whatever. I am so excited for them and at the same time I'm devastated that they'll be gone for six months. We'll have to make plans to meet them somewhere which means I'll have to leave the North Florida/South Georgia area which is pretty huge for me. 

This is all just stream of consciousness because I'm hurrying. I need to get something in those boys' tummies. When they got here I made them their usual snacks which is a cheese toast for August and the gourmet peanut butter, honey, and raisin sandwich for Levon. 
"You did that so fast!" August said when I made Levon's sandwich.
"She's a grandma pro," said Levon. 

Yes. Yes I am. 

I'm reeling at the news that Don Lemon was arrested and spent the night in jail. Here we go. Get rid of the journalists who criticize the big orange blob, deny them their first amendment rights. This just gets worse and worse and fucking worse. It's all a huge clusterfuck mess of shredding the Constitution and Rule of Law with a Supreme Court in the Pedophile's pocket (well, some of them, enough to make a majority), and Republican lawmakers who don't have a pair of balls between the lot of them. 
Again. Some of them are stepping forward, stepping up. But so far, not enough. And even if they were, why should we think Trump would give a shit? So far he's ignoring everything he wants to ignore. There is no authority he seems to respect in the least. 

There is not enough Ativan, Xanax, and antidepressants in the known universe to calm the terror of so many of us. 
But oh yes, if we would just meditate and exercise and promote peace and love in our own communities, everything would be better. 
Would we have told that to the Jews in Europe who were seeing the path Hitler was bound and determined to take? 

And on top of it all, we've lost Catherine O'Hara, one of the greatest actors and performers and collaborators of our time. 
It's all too much. 

Sorry. Nothing very positive here today. I just don't have it in me. Even the prospect of clean sheets and martinis isn't helping. 

I need to go make those boys something to eat. 

Hey y'all- it's Friday.

Love...Ms. Moon