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My dad makes no sense to me. We started down another scream fest over Cheetoh's disinfectant comment "Yes, Dad, he said inject disinfectant into your lungs," when he said, "Trump is the best president in my lifetime!"

I hate these conversations. I hate them with every cell in my body.

So, I started listening.

"What makes him the best, Dad?" and didn't respond to anything he said (with one exception). Turns out, he became all riled up and started yelling about everything Trump had done "right." We disagree on "right," but I didn't interrupt. At the end of his rant, instead of my being upset, he was. He angrily said, "Okay, what has he done wrong?"

"Facts are not going to sway you, Dad. I can tell you that Obama increased the national debt in a recession, but Trump increased it even more during a hot economy, but you won't listen to facts, so I'm going to just listen. Thank you for sharing."

"But what did he do wrong?"

"Thank you for sharing, Dad."

He calmed down. We might have restored balance. The rest of the conversation was nice.

False Value

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Alone on the Wall

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Antarctica Peeps Catch Up, Part One of N


All the days blur together.

Carolyn pinged me last week and said, oh, oh, oh, how about a group call with Ana. I said, oh, god yes, yes, please. Today, the three of us jumped on a chat and talked for about an hour. To say my spirits lifted is an understatement.

We virtually met Cody, Ana's dog. Heard about Ana's Galapagos and Amazon adventures from earlier this year. Carolyn told us about her Florida adventures. The three of us planned our Melbourne food adventures, which include crashing at Ana's place for a while, and a six month tour of Australia. I so loved catching up with the two of them, delighted my heart!

How the Post Office Created America

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Christmas in Covid


In the back of the guest room closet, buried under the guest room bedding and unfinished house projects is a box I had left behind. I remembered the box yesterday and pulled it out. In it were two smaller boxes, later consolidated into one box, full of small goodies that were somewhat meaningful to me. I was delighted to find the box, the morning felt like Christmas in April, during lockdown, in a global pandemic.

I'd been lamenting I didn't have my tea mugs, so was delighted to find one in the box. I used it all day today.

And library book checkout cards? SQUEE! I had just completed card 20 yesterday! I needed a new one.

The two sake mugs? Well, I do have some tasty sake here, originally found on a food adventure in Peru with Jonathan, and a desire to drink some of said sake.

The seeds were a fun find, even though they are from 2016. They might sprout, they might not. I need to know I'll be in one place for 60 days before trying.

And the mouse? Who knew one could be so excited about a mouse from eight years ago?

I suspect I'm going to dump the rest of the box contents. I hate tossing items that still have life in them, but I'm good to say good-bye to them. Will feel nice to lighten the load.

These items, though? Keeping them.