It's The End Of The World As We Know It

I got up this morning and glanced through Heather Cox Richardson's newsletter which today was mostly about how the Republicans do not intend to give up the majority they hold in the House and the Senate and a few of the vile ways they could go about that and the possibility they will. 
I believe "the end of democracy" was mentioned as a result of all of that. 
And then the NYT's and a few other news sources increased my worries and fears about AI and I see that Obama has come out to warn about the very real threats to, uh, humanity that even the AI guys are talking about and I just thought, "Well. Is this going to be it?"
I really have no understanding of AI and how it works and how it appears that it is able, at this point, to, well, do things that could kill us all. I read that some expert said that we need to stop thinking about it as a technology and start thinking about it as an alien species. 
And again- well. Sure. But it all sounds so very impossible, so Sci-Fi, so outrageous and yet...Obama? The man is not an alarmist.
I feel like I need to sit down with Hank or Vergil or Michael and see if one of them (all of them) could tell me in the language that a seven-year old could understand what in hell is happening here. One minute we're all worried that AI is being used by college students to write their essays and the next we're talking a 10% chance that it's going to wipe out our species? 
It's so overwhelmingly inconceivable to me that I really can't believe it and yet, I do believe it. 
None of what's going on seems to make any sense to me. Not the AI, not the absolute disregard for the Constitution and the fact that a convicted rapist who is rapidly falling into dementia's cruel arms although, that's not really the problem, he's always been a complete asshole, is our president. I mean, just the fact that this Natalie Harp woman seems to have stepped in to the First Lady's shoes is beyond belief and that's not even a tiny pimple on the butt of the problem. 
And I believe with all of my heart that this war in Iran which is fucking up the economy of the entire world including ours to the detriment of all was started for no other reason than as a distraction from the Epstein files. 
In short- people are dying and starving and in very, very dire situations because Trump is a pedophile. 
I don't think that's just a theory. I think it's a fact. And I am no conspiracist. 

So what do we do in these days which seem so impossibly bizarre? 

I guess we make breakfast. 
We feed the crows. 
We make the bed. 
We do the laundry. 
We drink our coffee and we look up and we look all around us and maybe we'll see more hurricane lilies shooting up. 

I mean- what else can we do? What else can I do? 
I kissed my husband when he got home from spending the night at the hospital. I watered the porch plants and put on my overalls and went out to the garden, determined to cut and clear some of the pumpkin vines to make room for the mustard greens, the collard greens, the turnip greens, the lettuces. 

The vines have taken over and show no signs of slowing their roll. 
But you know me. Cutting back living plants which are still producing blooms and fruit is almost more than I can bear to do. I did a little bit. Not enough. I pulled up a few spent pepper plants. I weeded the patch of arugula I planted. I picked another pumpkin. Quite honestly, if I let the ones that are maturing ripen and pick them, that will be quite enough pumpkins. 

It's still too hot for me to work in the sun for more than an hour. I suppose I could but I also suppose I could experience the very first fainting episode of my life and I am not interested in that. 
In the least.

And so I sat back down and painted a little more on my fish who only seems to grow happier and happier. 

It's slow going but I listen to audio books as I work and it's a pretty perfect way for me to spend time. I downloaded a new book yesterday in a sort of desperation stab because it almost seems as if I've heard every audio book available on Libby, although of course I have not. 
I'm sick and tired of being offered either ridiculous rom-coms or sinister thrillers and the book I chose is neither. 

I'd never heard of the book or the author and in looking him up, I found this short author bio: 

James A. Levine

Born and educated in England, James A. Levine is a professor of medicine at the Mayo Clinic who has worked with impoverished children in the United States and internationally for more than thirty years. He has won more than fifty major awards in science, consulted to numerous governments, and lectures to humanitarian groups around the world. He is the author of the novel The Blue Notebook.

That was last updated in 2014 so...
Still, the book is shockingly good. I really don't know how to describe it beyond that. 
I am so glad it was offered on my Libby list. Was that AI? 
I have no idea. 
I really have no idea about anything. 

Glen's friend's situation has not changed. He is still in ICU. Glen said that he has been very surprised at what good and attentive care he seems to be getting, from techs to aids to nurses to doctors. 
A week. A week ago he was a strong, able, reasonably fit man. 

Again I say to you- love the ones you're with. Tell them you love them. Show them you love them. And let them love you. 

On a completely non-related topic, I know that many of you are experiencing yet another Blogger problem in that your list of the blogs you read is not being updated. 
I do not use that method of keeping track of updated blogs. I use an app called Feedly. Check it out. Since I use the most basic form of it, it's free and it works well for me at least, and you know that means it can't be that difficult to figure out. There are others available. 

Anyway, good Lord willin', the creek don't rise and AI doesn't kill us all tonight, I'll see you tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon