LitaWrites (real_lawyer) wrote,

Tossed Salad Friday

~~ Call it a kinehora, a maloik, or whatever expression you use to describe not wanting to say something for fear of jinxing it, but I don’t want to say too much about Dementia-ville this week. I’ll tell you that Lady Chatterley is gone, and that her replacement seems lovely. Pleasant and competent — just what you’d want in someone who cares for a family member in your home.

~~ I don’t care about jinxing Lady C. so I’ll tell you about her departure. Seems the agency didn’t tell her she was being replaced, which is cold, so when the new person appeared, she was taken aback. I asked her if she wanted a ride to the train station as she was just hanging around on the side of my house. She stared at me and didn’t say a word, which is sort of understandable. I’m sure she blamed me for her termination by the agency, even though she was negligent and surly.

~~ There’s been a lot less anxious-sounding screams emanating from the heart of Dementia-ville now that someone is paying attention. Don’t get me wrong: it’s still a loud and smelly subdivision inside my home. Nevertheless, the dark, dank, foul cloud has lifted. For now. My aunt would add, “Ptooey, ptooey” here just to be sure. Because everyone knows that spitting wards off evil spirits.

~~ The woman is talking about someone I don’t know. She describes her as, “An older woman, maybe not your age, maybe around 70 or younger, you know?” Nope. I have no idea, as illustrated by the completely blank look I give her as she fumbles for words.

~~ In my small slivers of spare time, I’ve been knitting pink pussy hats to give away to fellow members of the resistance. Some people ask for hats but want to pay it forward by reimbursing me for the yarn and the postage. This way I can make more hats for more people. One was a man who asked for a hat for his pre-teen daughter, who wanted to be like the women she saw marching in her hometown and in DC. I happily sent the hat and was rewarded not just by a contribution to the yarn fund but also by a darling note from his daughter: I love it and I am so proud to now be one of the thousands of people who have one.

~~ That girl and these young women in the link that follows are why a) I knit the hats, and b) I continue to resist. (Yes, they’ll have hats from me and someone’s awesome dad.)

~~ Where do I start to express my horror, anxiety, desperation, and told-you-so smugness about all that has been going on in DC? I am almost afraid to start because it may be outdated between the time I write this and the time I post it. Another Russian connection revealed, another cemetery trashed or JCC threatened, another person slain for looking Middle Eastern, another raging hater troll chortling that I should “choke on it” when I voice concern, another human being shamed, another person dying, another stream polluted… another freedom lost.

Have a good weekend. Let’s all hope we make it to Monday.
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