- I’m in the midst of the anniversary week of The Amazing Bob's death. This is the week, last year, when all Hell broke loose. This morning, last July first, I wrote: Looks like we're in for a long, winding road but "long" is relative and who knows? I was bracing for a marathon – maybe similar to the one we lived through when the love of my life had his quad bypass surgery. Being in hospital for so long was hard. Stressful. Draining. We’d come out of it though. This time we didn’t.
- The news. With the Republicans – handmaidens of the insurance, Big Pharma, oil industries and Wall Street – and their mentally ill, incompetent and disgusting leader, the Obese Orange Id, making every damn effort to take away our (MY!) health insurance, I’m in a near constant state of fear and rage. When I’m angry, I generally don’t feel powerless or without hope. When afraid? The meteor is headed straight for me – my death is at hand. I see it coming and it ain't pretty.
While I'm rockin' this bitterly cheerless, sorrow filled state, being out there, amongst people, is stressful.
We live in America,' he said. 'Everyone who speaks English understands you. How they interpret you is something else.”Part of the stressfulness is because I no longer have a native tongue. The only language I’m solidly fluent in is the written word. Lipreading ain't easy or a 100% happening thing. Workarounds can be found but aren't foolproof. Every exchange, even leaving aside the whole “interpretation” issue, is an effort. A day filled with enough of them is utterly exhausting. Generally though I’m all fine and dandy and up for the challenges. It can even be fun (Yes, rilly) but not right now.
~ Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge
As for number two on my list of hermit sparks, while I live in blue, BLUE Massachusetts, we do have gun toting, Trump voting, low impulse control, Fox/NRA manipulated, mentally unstable, reality resistant, dimwitted, right wing snowflakes too. With the NRAs latest call to violence, to uncivil war, I’m nervous. I totally know that the pants shittingly whacko right is the minority but it only takes one lunatic with a weapon to snuff out a life, to end lives.
I know that my anxiety will be reduced if I do get outta the house for more than just Y time and cat fud runs. I need to dial down this hopped up, jitterbugging unease. Most people, even a lot of Trump voters, aren’t dangerous (beyond how they voted, that is).
Perhaps I'll wait until after the 4rth, after the day and time of my beloved's last breath.