On self-indulgence vs. walking the walk.

We have a new president today, and nobody I like is happy about it.  I know some people who are supporters of the guy, but no one who is close to me which isn't much of a surprise.  I play Words With Friends with my mother's cousin, who is a very nice lady probably 15 years older than I am, and a Trump supporter.  I look at her with her brown skin and kind eyes, and drooping eye bags (that run in our family - woo hoo!) and I wonder, how on earth could any woman - much less an older, darker, more foreign woman than Trump's type - how could any woman possibly approve of a guy like that?  How blind or stupid do you have to be to think he would ever even be decent to you or do anything that would help you in any way?  Didn't you hear the things he said about other people, and that his philosophy is basically all, "Me" and "Mine" and "Wrong!?"  And when I think these things, I do my best to destroy her at Words With Friends.  I'm thinking when our current 3 games are finished that I will not play against her any more.

I apologize for that post about my turkey neck skin.  It's inconsequential at best considering what is going on in the world and I think I can do better.

What I'm thinking now is that I have to step up.  We have a horrible-at-best leader now, and a Republican congress to wave him and his A-hole, hard line VP through to doing whatever they want to do.  I need to do several things, at least, including for the planet:
1 - Driving less - Riding Metro 1-2 times a week would be a good start;
2 - Eating less meat - less cow, for sure;
3 - Make better use of our garden.
For people:
1 - Volunteer to help the hungry and/or homeless

Tonight, though, all I want to do is sleep.  I'll need to build up my strength.

We're all going to die (yes, probably you, too).

I should add a lovely photo to temper the tone of this post, I guess, but today I've been thinking a lot about how I'm going to die.  Not "how" exactly, but THAT I am going to die.  And as duh as it may be to say this, I'm feeling pretty down about it.  I welcome any words of hope and wisdom from you, Nonexistent Fair Reader, to help me see the beauty that is all about me and the possibilities that yet remain for me to enjoy the now, and make a positive difference in the world. 

Mortality has been on my mind lately because after a few years of everyone aging without it really making a difference, now my parents and in-laws are getting to that point, and the kids are really and truly preparing to leave the nest.  Maybe I should have had kids when I was younger, so all the whammies wouldn't hit at the same time.  Or was I smart to do it like I do everything else, later than expected but with (usually) nice results? 

They are uncommonly nice kids.

I feel old.  Without even reading the words I've written, you can already see that I'm the opposite of au courant because I put two spaces after each period.  That's a freaking hard habit to break, so I decided I wouldn't bother.

I'm seeing that thing in the mirror now where I catch a glimpse of my neck and it's right on the verge of slacking into old, wabbly neck-ness.  Heck, it might be that way already, visible to everyone but me.  I'm so old that I need a walk every day so I can move without pain in my hips the next day.  (Very unfair for a generally lazy person such as myself.)  I wake up in the pre-dawn hours long before my alarm is set to go off, even though I'm still tired and need more sleep. 

At the moment, I should be out on my lunchtime walk, but today seemed like the right day to start this thing up again.  I don't even know if it's up and running, or if anyone can read it but me.  What I know is that it feels good to write.  What's next?

Well, Merry Christmas!

This is what our living room looked like almost exactly 5 years ago. My baby was 9 months old and The Big Brother had just turned 7 - seriously, how does the time go by so fast? One thing that hasn't changed is the amount of dust in the room.

Goldbricking

It is a work day and I'm at work, but the boss just left early and I have stopped working. I have been finding things to do, it's not like I'm just sitting around: I brought my camera to work today to take a picture of the boss for his LinkedIn account (he is so excited! he has 88 connections already!), I've photographed my former co-worker's orchid for her and emailed her a picture (she left it behind when she got laid off 4 months ago because she was afraid her cat would destroy it) and I've changed the desktop on my current co-worker's monitor (to a view of what is behind the monitor). Somebody's going to be irritated.