With the appointment of Judge Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, I am newly outraged. I do not have the energy or the patience to explain in detail all the reasons why. Suffice it to say, things are very Wrong in this country right now.
Fortunately, the First Amendment is currently still alive and well, and the right to protest remains intact. I have markers and posterboard, sneakers and a willingness to raise my voice. It is the very least I can do.
Elections are coming.
We shall see what transpires in the next few months, years. I am close to despair, yet I still hope that things can be better.
Wait. This was the first lesson I had learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways -- and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don't know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection. ― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning. ― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
NinjaHead resides with a sesquipedalian woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three young adult Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains four exuberant young bunnies. Someday, there will be more critters, for she loves them tremendously.