Here comes trouble in the form of yet another daily blog post from me, who likes to wear these socks:
Here comes trouble as my hometown of Boston gets rid of almost all mask mandates and social distancing rules today, which is troubling many people I know.
Here comes trouble because major changes in rules and routines, widespread distrust in the media and in political leaders, real and present dangers, and uncertainties about the future are all very troubling.
Here comes trouble as I share all my latest images with you.
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Here comes trouble: I’ve posted WAAYYY more than 70 days in a row. (Three thousand more, WordPress!)
Here and here come the two songs I mentioned as I was causing trouble on Twitter:
Consider causing some trouble in the comments section below.
For the last four years, I’ve been complaining about the U.S. President and the enablers of his outrageous behaviors.
I’m looking forward to not complaining about our President, very soon.
Do you see any complaining in my latest images?
I actually did a little complaining to Michael about last night’s dinner, because (1) it was the second sandwich in a row and (2) it wasn’t pasta. As I said in my tweet above, I’m looking forward to more of that kind of complaining.
I am complaining about my sleep pattern lately: I wake up way too early and have trouble falling back asleep. I’m hoping I’ll be doing less complaining about my sleep after the inauguration on Wednesday.
Yesterday, when the wonderful hands of Mia from MiAlisa Salon were giving me a hands-down fabulous haircut, Mia told me about a beautiful way she has been self-soothing during these hard times. She holds her own hand.
Mia said that she held and held her mother’s hand in her hand while her mother was dying, and she misses her mother. Now, when she clasps her own two hands together, she feels powerfully comforted, settled, and anchored. Mia said holding hands with herself also helps her fall asleep.
I told Mia that I have been encouraging people in my Coping and Healing groups to give themselves hugs and that I will add clasping their own hands to the self-soothing repertoire.
And I am happy to report, this morning, that holding hands with myself helped me sleep through the night for the first time in months!
My sleep is also being helped by the growing certainty that my country will soon be in better hands. For the past four years, the USA has been in the hands of a toxic narcissist.
Speaking of hands, if anyone wants to see me play the ukulele with my own hands tomorrow evening, please sign up to be in the audience before the end of the day today using this link:
As we enter a cold, dark season of illness and political uncertainties ahead, I feel the need to be vigilant.
I am vigilant about
the health of those I love,
my own health,
other people’s anger and tendencies towards violence,
ignorance,
denial,
misunderstandings,
mistakes,
money,
lies, and
systemic injustices.
I assume I am not alone in feeling vigilant. I’m just trying to figure out how to turn off my vigilant mind at night so I can get more sleep! It’s difficult to be vigilant when you’re exhausted.
I took these photos yesterday while I was being vigilant (and if you’re vigilant you might spot my son Aaron in one of them):
We need to be vigilant, every moment of our lives, to be what we ought to be AND to keep our refrigerators clear of old condiments.
I definitely need some sort of break from all this vigilance.
My vigilant and diligent husband Michael recently introduced me to this wonderful song — “Little Tornado” by Aimee Mann.
I will be vigilant as I look out for your comments, below.
Vigilant thanks to Aimee Mann, Aaron, Michael, Harley, the Daily Bitch, and all those who help me remain vigilant about blogging daily, including YOU.
Although there are fewer reasons to be on high alert near Boston, someone needs to tell my brain that. I’m still waking up in the middle of the night wondering “is it safe enough to relax?”
One of my insomnia cures is blogging, so I’m going to share yesterday’s photos from a perfectly glorious, unseasonably warm November day near Boston spent with my friend and “sister” Deb.
If those photos and sweet recent memories won’t help me get back to sleep, maybe this tweet will:
Here’s what I tweeted, soon after I read that:
Sweet dreams, everybody, and thanks to all who help me get some sleep near Boston, including YOU.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 