Have A Nice Day

Recent Child's Drawing from Ukraine 

 Chewing on my gummies is a sweet little treat after popping, breaking, and mixing all the other medicines I take each morning. Outside it is a bright blue morning compared to yesterday, but considerably cooler, thank God. It is a brisk 44°f and believe me I ain’t complaining especially after our two-week summer blast. We only have a few more weeks before my little ceiling stumpers will be out of school for the summer. So I better enjoy these last few weekdays of quiet while I can.

It is a bit funny how the weeks, months, even years slip through your fingers like sand as you age. And where last month seemed to last for two, this month is already halfway done. But I don’t complain too much considering my life has been reduced to just adult care and housekeeping, where it used to be daycare, adult care, cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, and an outside job. But Lord knows I ain’t patting myself on the head, for one their are hundreds of thousands do the same thing every day. So compared to others now, my load is much lighter.

But it is the existence we choose or have no choice to live. It’s funny how we live in a country that prides itself on standing on it’s own. Yet so many have to fall through the cracks of poverty and lack of basic healthcare. Yet we somehow justify being the world’s police force, while passing out corporate tax breaks like so much hard candy out of Grandma’s purse, isn’t it? Yet in some way we justify it in the name of progress and prosperity for all, when it’s actually only a few that benefits. Interesting isn’t it, how they still call us the moochers and the takers. Y’all have a nice day.   

Image From: The New York Times 2023

#Observations #Justice #Fairness #TakeCareOfYouOwn #Moocher

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