We have been enduring an onslaught of LIVE critters in our house, hauled in by Nikki the kitten-who-is-now-a-cat. She is relentless in her adeptness in capturing birds and mice, but she apparently isn’t all that “adept” about killing them (yet). Which, of course, is just fine with us. But the angst! Jesus! Birds flying in the house with a cat/bullet on its tail, only for one of us to rescue said critter and set it free. Alive, flying, skittering, what-have-you. But ALIVE. The other day I “saved” a goldfinch that literally flew over my head to the desk behind me, while staving off the tenacious cat. I scooped up the bird into my palms—so soft and so weightless—and carried it outside and set it on the deck rail, where it immediately flew off into a tree.
WHY HAVEN’T DOMESTIC CATS EVOLVED??!! There is no need for them to hunt anymore, since they are fed plentiful and nutritious food at their whim! Grrrrrrr!!!
The problem is that we do very much enjoy having the deck door open, and so… It’s a high price.
[And then tonight I discovered two dead birds in our bathroom. Something is going to have to change. Can’t be dealing with this anymore].
Woman, flailing her arms all around: “I don’t wear a mask for the same reason I don’t wear underwear!”
Has our air been poisoned? Our water? What kind of idiots are parents raising? I know there have always been loony tunes in our midst, but MY GOD THERE ARE WAY TOO MANY OF THEM THESE DAYS.
And, you’ve heard of “QAnon,” right? Here’s an example of their point of view (borrowed purloined from my friend, Margaret):
Right up there with chem-trails and flat-earthers and birthers. This is mental illness! And yet they rule the interwebs and social media. This used to be the “fringe.” Now it’s simply Thursday.
I am so ashamed of our country.
Here we are with the pandemic raging once again across the nation, right after all the red states opened up far too soon in order to please asshat trump, and many of those states are now in big trouble. They are soaring with new cases and hospitalizations, threatening their healthcare capacity—déjà vu from what we already experienced in March and April. I am beyond furious that the stupidity of these asshats have negated all the progress we have made from our months of shutting down. I haven’t seen my grandson since early March, and if you have DARED to blow off wearing a mask in public, I BLAME YOU. If you have decided to party with your buds in a bar, in a park, at the beach, at church—I BLAME YOU. If you stab your middle fingers at our governor for curtailing your “freedom” and cheer this despicable *president because you don’t give a shit about anybody but yourself, I BLAME YOU.
You are keeping me away from my son, my daughter-in-law, my GRANDSON.
Fuck. You.
And that’s all I have.