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All About You (krissie)

26 Jun

Yuk. Wrong picture. I meant to put one up where I was chomping on something and looking ridiculous but I uploaded the wrong one. This was a second one where I was trying to look better and then realized that was ridiculous and meant to go with the first one.

OK, I’ve been busy. Drove back from Crusie’s last Monday, spent the week working on rewrites and sewing. Spent the weekend revamping my sewing room. I’ve got before and midway pictures, but it’s still mostly disaster so I’ll work on that later in the afternoon and will reveal all later this week.

Ugh. This week, however, I am going to have two teeth taken out. I haven’t had that done since I was 12 and supposed to get braces, so I’m not looking forward to it. One’s on one side, one’s on the other (both in the back, fortunately) so I don’t know what I’m going to eat (I hate Greek yogurt and there’s not much of the other kind around). Also have no idea how shitty I’ll feel. I’m hoping I won’t be out of commission for more than a day.

I’ve got an opera to go to on Saturday, a cabbage-chopping party on Friday (cole-slaw for the church’s July 4th barbecue), I’m an usher and greeter at church on Sunday … I guess that’s it. Most of the time I resent things I have to do, but right now I’m making an effort to get out and about. I desperately miss my theater – I’d be in the midst of rehearsals right now – but I’m enjoying having more time.

It’s 61 degrees with a breeze this morning. That would be lovely in November but it’s freaking cold in summer. I’m sitting by an open window and had to close it a bit and put on a sweater. Our blow-up pool is almost full, and if it ever warms up (it’s been staying in the 70’s) it’ll be lovely.

So – having teeth yanked out, revising, business planning, church stuff, working on my sewing room. Lots of things to do.

BTW, if I don’t seem like a churchly person that’s probably because the religious right has sort of co-opted Christianity, so a lot of people don’t talk about being Christian or going to church.  I’m UCC, and our front sign has a rainbow on it, welcoming every spectrum of humanity.  We’re open and forgiving.  I’ve been a (terrible) Sunday school teacher, an adequate sermon giver, a good choir member, a wise Deacon, an incompetent trustee.   I found a letter my grandmother sent to my father, saying she wasn’t going to church that Sunday because it was raining and because of the minister, and I love that there was that kind of continuity from 75 years ago.

So ha, religion right!  Jesus loves me too!

Anyway, tell me what you’re doing.  And if anyone here is part of the religious right, mea culpa.  I don’t mean to sound negative – I love when people have a solid faith.  I’m just not big on people pushing their definition of faith on others.

Enough.  What have you got going on this week?  (Damn, I’m going to have to close the window -it’s too cold).  Got plans for the big weekend?  Maybe we’ll get snow.

What’s on your agenda?

Krissie’s Rant

9 May

Politics.  The state of the world.  Every now and then things just erupt inside of me, and I gotta rant.  I tend to keep things non-political, but today’s one of those days.

 

Have any of you been watching Agents of Shield?  After a wobbly few episodes it really hit its stride, and they’re all in a matrix of evil, except Grant Ward gets to be a hero.  I hope he and Daisy get to share a kiss before he disappears.  He breaks my heart, and he was so disgusting last year.

 

Anyway, each week we’ve been getting an anti-Trump Easter Egg in the dialogue.  A few weeks ago evil Fitz was torturing Daisy, explaining to evil Aida that he couldn’t break her, and he describes the torture and then says “Nevertheless, she persisted.”  The following week we had the smarmy on-air propaganda guy offer to take his pretty subordinate out to buy furniture (reference, the bus tape).  Last week we had Alternative Facts.  This week (mind you, I’m a week behind) we had Fake News in this alternative dystopian reality.

 

I take my pleasure where I can.  Also, Vive la France!!!!  Wouldn’t it be nice if the rapture came and it took all those Republican congressmen and sent them straight to hell?  I warned you. Politics.

(Speaking of which, I’m beginning to despise Whatshername even more, making money off Feminist bromides while she watches as they drag women off to the gas chamber, metaphorically speaking.  I told you – I’m in a mood.  I really really hate hypocrisy.)

 

Jenny Crusie’s enjoying politics as she watches the Evil Ones go down in flames.  I can enjoy it for a while, but then I get overwhelmed and hopeless.  I can’t bear to think that people can be so heartless and awful.  But they can, and they always have been, if you look at history.  I’m having to do a major shift in my view of the world.  I always believed that horrible, violent, selfish, evil things are done out of a sickness of the soul, not out of inherent badness.  Hey, I’m a liberal.

 

But I don’t understand evil in groups.  Lynch mobs.  Nazis.  What’s the noun form of complicit?  Probably complicity but that sounds too nice.  I always thought I could move anywhere, not have to worry about the political climate.  I’m open and accepting of everyone, I thought, and we just avoid those topics.  But that’s changed.  To me being around people who openly espouse the values of the current sick variant of the Republican Party is being complicit in evil, if you define evil as hurting other people and not caring that you do.   “The only thing evil men need to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”  It’s one thing to turn your head and ignore the consequences of the bad things you do – that’s moral bankruptcy and cowardice.  But many of the republicans did know.  And they didn’t care.

 

Ah, but France.  They’ve been tortured by terrorist attacks almost as badly as we have, and they chose decency.  From now on France’s superior attitude is well deserved, and Vive la France!

 

I’m learning Le Marseillaise.  It’s pretty blood-thirsty but stirring, and you can pretend you’re in a Humphrey Bogart movie.

 

Marchons, mes citoyennes (I keep singing Marchon les Citroens).

 

This was what I was afraid of back in the sixties when I was so angry and so clueless.  It’s so hard to be in the middle of it and not know what’s going to happen.  When Nixon sent the soldiers to Kent State and in NYC the police clubbed protestors until they were bloody we thought evil was going to take over.  It didn’t, things slowly got better.  We got out of Viet Nam, we even became friends with Cuba.  Women didn’t get the ERA, and recently a whole lot of people forgot that black lives matter.  I don’t know if more people of color are being murdered by the police than before, but at least now we take notice.  For years that kind of systematic violence was ignored.

 

I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world, particularly with such monstrous people running our country.  I can see the dystopian, Handmaid’s Tale world it could become.  But everywhere I can see good people saying no.  Or non as the case may be.

 

Marchons in your Toyotas and Subarus and Fords.  Marchons for a victory of goodness over evil.

 

I just gotta figure out how to love people anyway.

 

By the way, there were women protestors in France, topless, with a banner that said Marianne would be ashamed (or something like that) (anti-Le Pen, of course).  Marianne is the symbol of France, the woman on the battlefield, her gown to her waist, holding the tattered flag.  Of course they should have been topless.  But Marianne won the day, at least in France.

 

C’est merveilleux!

 

I did think that every time we descended into name-calling and rage and frustration we were, in effect, voting for Trump.  And then I thought, fuck it.  There are times when anger is a good thing, even for someone as open-hearted as I am.

 

Allons, Marchons!  We have work to do!

All About Sisterhood (Krissie)

23 Jan

Photo on 1-23-17 at 8.35 AM Hard to believe I’d be feeling good three days after … god, I don’t even want to say it. By now you must know Jenny’s and my politics, and nowadays it has a more immediate impact on our lives (I avoid using impact as a verb). So while this isn’t going to become a political platform, opinions are going to come up, and I’m afraid opinions on our current president are strong. So if you’re of a differing opinion just skip my opinions on the flaming orange cheet-0 president.
march1 Saturday was so good it made up for a lot of bad. I didn’t march, I rolled, which given the slush and the crowd was damned tricky. I was pushed by an award-winning fiber artist, Judy Dales. I’ll put one of her quilts at the bottom of this but the photo doesn’t do it justice. Her work is amazing.
Anyway, we all rode in a rented school bus driven by Sherral, Bobbi arranged it, I sat with BJ, Big Tim went and grabbed me a hat, Betsy looked out for me, Erika sat behind us. I gotta remember I do have friends here, even if I don’t often see them. I wish I could see them more, but their lives center around what’s called The Walking Women, we they all walk three times a week and then get together for muffins at each others’ houses. They’re a powerful force, and obviously I can’t participate.
Last time I did an actual, organized march through a downtown was all the way back after MLK was murdered. We walked through the center of downtown Newark, which was a pretty funky place. Since then I’ve been on demonstrations (tear gas in Washington), sit-ins (arrest in NYC for blocking a draft board – I even went to the Tombs!), vigils (the Iraq war) and I’m not that active politically (though I’ve been sending money this year). the times they are a-changing, though, and I gotta get vigilant. Problem is, I can’t very well write my congressmen. I mean, what would I accomplish by writing Bernie or Pat Leahy to tell them what I think of the president’s actions? They’re already on point.
Anyway, a glorious day, a reminder that we’re all bonded (on a personal level as well as a political level). It was glorious.
So, this week.
I actually wrote three days last week, and I’m half done on Brandon and Emma. I did some sewing, and I’m off to Jo-ann’s to buy doll clothes patterns for $1 a piece (for my transgender American Girl Boy doll (they have a Dr. Who pattern!). Gotta write, gotta clean, gotta sew. Gotta call an SSI lawyer for Tim, gotta check on Daniel, got a life to live.
The weight has plateaued 25 pounds lower than my last stable weight, and it’s effortless (sugar doesn’t call to me, nor do fried things) so I’ll keep on with that. I’m rolling up my sleeves and digging in.
So what’s on your agenda? Anyone else march? How are people doing with their vision for the new year?
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