The death of Fidel Castro will enormously affect America's relationship with Cuba. Let's hope that the progress that President Obama has made in communicating with Cuba is not completely destroyed by our resident idiot, because Cuba is so much more important to America than we actually realize.
If you want to know a bit more, from a first hand Cuban, please go read my friend, Mario Lopez Goicoechea, over at : https://cubaninlondon.blogspot.com He has given a wonderful interview with the BBC World News explaining his experiences and views of his birthplace and how he sees this transition. As he says, he is a revisionist, lets hope his vision of a Cuba without Castro is the one we all come to see.
Thank you, Mario.
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett, and thank you very much.
Yet to be consumed ~ ~ ~
The annual Peach Pie
(actually a galette)
It is capitalized because it is that good. I froze this Summer's peaches so that we can have a bite of sunshine on our Thanksgiving table, which came in really handy because it is pouring outside.
I didn't get a shot of the table laden with - stuff - but this is the aftermath.................
Hence, that saying "tomorrow is another day", hopefully, because if it isn't I'm dying with a sink full of dirty dishes. Pie will be consumed soon with whipped cream and hot tea. Lord, it's 9pm -- but pie must be consumed!
I am very thankful for the grace to have such wonderful food and a warm home and lovely conversation. It's my daughter and me for dinner only. Can you believe we have shared this day, just the two of us, for at least 15 years, maybe even more? We like it that way, relatives and all the angst and anxiety and holding your tongue just made the day not what it is supposed to be in a pretty extreme way. So now we get to talk about the Beatles and movies and plans for next year and lots of just silly stuff, it's peaceful.
I am thankful for more than just our dinner or time together. I am thankful for all the good people who voted for Hillary. I am thankful for those who keep fighting today and tomorrow to try to see justice done, not only with the votes but also for Natives Indians, the hungry, the homeless, the persecuted everywhere. I am thankful for a million things - like clean water and people who say thankyou and you'rewelcome, and for smiles from strangers. I am thankful to be living in a free country where people can make stupid mistakes and where people can change the world...and we do, here in America. For all the beautiful animals that fill our lives here and are provided with love and warmth and safety and I pray for all the others that their lives might be so. I could go on and on and on listing the myriade of privileges and graces we who live in this incredible country get to experience everyday. And as well all the spiritual and miraculous things that we are able to explore because we live in a country where that is possible. We are very lucky indeed.
And I am grateful on this day of thankfulness for You. You who share your lives with me, you who entrust me with your sorrows your dreams and your joy. I am also grateful To you for listening to mine and offering me comfort and cheering me on and even sometimes laughing with me. You have helped me to both see and understand more about life then I think I ever could have without you. I am too lazy to do it by myself. Thank you thank you thank you xoxo
Love, Liv
PS: I am also very, very thankful to the guy who's car I ran into last night, fender bender! (totally my fault) who said..."Don't worry about it, it's not that bad." A sweet and gentle young man, just the kind of guy you wish would marry your daughter if you had one, or be your son if you didn't have one. It really wasn't that bad, paint scratch on both, easy to fix. But it could have turned into a real problem if he hadn't been so genuinely kind. We exchanged info (he does have insurance!) and he patted me on the back and said "Have a good Thanksgiving". He's not reporting it and he wouldn't even take money, I'm sure he voted for Hillary!
(actually a galette)
It is capitalized because it is that good. I froze this Summer's peaches so that we can have a bite of sunshine on our Thanksgiving table, which came in really handy because it is pouring outside.
I didn't get a shot of the table laden with - stuff - but this is the aftermath.................
I am very thankful for the grace to have such wonderful food and a warm home and lovely conversation. It's my daughter and me for dinner only. Can you believe we have shared this day, just the two of us, for at least 15 years, maybe even more? We like it that way, relatives and all the angst and anxiety and holding your tongue just made the day not what it is supposed to be in a pretty extreme way. So now we get to talk about the Beatles and movies and plans for next year and lots of just silly stuff, it's peaceful.
I am thankful for more than just our dinner or time together. I am thankful for all the good people who voted for Hillary. I am thankful for those who keep fighting today and tomorrow to try to see justice done, not only with the votes but also for Natives Indians, the hungry, the homeless, the persecuted everywhere. I am thankful for a million things - like clean water and people who say thankyou and you'rewelcome, and for smiles from strangers. I am thankful to be living in a free country where people can make stupid mistakes and where people can change the world...and we do, here in America. For all the beautiful animals that fill our lives here and are provided with love and warmth and safety and I pray for all the others that their lives might be so. I could go on and on and on listing the myriade of privileges and graces we who live in this incredible country get to experience everyday. And as well all the spiritual and miraculous things that we are able to explore because we live in a country where that is possible. We are very lucky indeed.
And I am grateful on this day of thankfulness for You. You who share your lives with me, you who entrust me with your sorrows your dreams and your joy. I am also grateful To you for listening to mine and offering me comfort and cheering me on and even sometimes laughing with me. You have helped me to both see and understand more about life then I think I ever could have without you. I am too lazy to do it by myself. Thank you thank you thank you xoxo
Love, Liv
PS: I am also very, very thankful to the guy who's car I ran into last night, fender bender! (totally my fault) who said..."Don't worry about it, it's not that bad." A sweet and gentle young man, just the kind of guy you wish would marry your daughter if you had one, or be your son if you didn't have one. It really wasn't that bad, paint scratch on both, easy to fix. But it could have turned into a real problem if he hadn't been so genuinely kind. We exchanged info (he does have insurance!) and he patted me on the back and said "Have a good Thanksgiving". He's not reporting it and he wouldn't even take money, I'm sure he voted for Hillary!
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Thursday, November 10, 2016
I need a little help from my friends
I don't know how to explain what is happening here. It's another world of pain on top of that political shit. I keep hearing people say things like.....rah, rah, rah we shall overcome...etc. I even say them, and I hold a speck of hope in that, and then there's let your mourning out, let your anger out, and I hear that too and they could both be said for what's happening here, in my house. It's a kind of vortex. It's a weighted thing. It's this political stuff, yes, but it's a whole lot more.
My daughter who is gay is spinning in her brain. She is feeling ripped apart knowing that he and the rest of them will take away - and this isn't a maybe, this is a fact - her right to marry the person she wants to. She is overwhelmed with the thought that she will be loosing her health insurance and knowing that she couldn't afford private coverage. I try to say things to her that will relieve some of the anxiety and they all sound so empty. I can't help her and the panic rises in me. She is about 9 months sober, bless her heart, and I don't fear that she will drink but I know the anguish she is going through trying to hold in that place. I'm eating too much and not drinking enough water and I wish I could have a drink - but I would never do that in front of her. But I w a n t one.
My beloved darling cat, Marley, who has been quickly declining, was diagnosed with cancer of the intestines and spleen. This is surreal. She was fine, brought me a baby mouse about 6 weeks ago and overjoyed when she presented it. She was just trying to sneak out of the gate, playing with the string on the blinds, demanding that I get up right NOW and give her her breakfast and now she can hardly eat, she is declining fast. Nothing in her body is working quite right and I know she is so, so confused about it all. I also know that she realizes that she is very sick. She doesn't want me to leave her side and I don't want to leave her side.
I've been sick with all this shit in my sinuses and my tooth and I'm so physically, mentally and spiritually tired. I don't want to run away from any of it. They need me and I need them. But none of the things that usually get me through are workin' their stuff right now. We all three, although we are here together in this house and loving and supporting each other, feel so alone. It's scary. I know it's not going to last forever, but f u c k, I'm here right now and it's happening. I want to wake up in a different world, with my daughter not frightened and my cat healthy and in no pain - and me in no pain. I want to wake up tomorrow feeling like I did last month when nobody was scared other than the normal - I'm alive on this planet and life sucks / life is sweet. And I don't want to wake up tomorrow. Every morning for these last two weeks has been accompanied by panic. I want to be strong and help and I know I am, as much as my clumsy self is able - and I want to get in the corner and cry till it all goes away.
I have one friend in this city to talk to but like everyone else she is just human, she has a life of her own full of complications so it's not often that we can be together. I have my therapist who I had to cancel our last meeting because of doctor stuff for my darling, and now she is on vacation for two weeks. I dashed to the store this morning to get Marley treats, she will eat a tiny bit of them, and some salad from the deli counter (that was for me). The girl behind said "have a good day" and I didn't reply, she thought I had turned away when she said "and don't ever come back", because I didn't reply!.... I didn't even react. Nothing matters right now except what is happening within this house.
I don't want to read blogs, I don't want to read Facebook, I don't want to comment, I don't want to feel anything when someone comments on me or doesn't . But this and Facebook are the only places I have to go to right now and that makes me feel physically ill. I want to scream but I will wake Marley and upset my daughter, so I just keep crying because that's all I can do.
I've made a fluffy warm bed behind the couch for her because that's pretty much the only place she wants to be. And my daughter just got back from making a late night candy-run to the 7/11 and is, hopefully, watching Netflix to distract her own panic. And me? I'm taking a pill or maybe two and I'm going to sleep and then maybe the knot in my stomach will stop bleeding fear.
My daughter who is gay is spinning in her brain. She is feeling ripped apart knowing that he and the rest of them will take away - and this isn't a maybe, this is a fact - her right to marry the person she wants to. She is overwhelmed with the thought that she will be loosing her health insurance and knowing that she couldn't afford private coverage. I try to say things to her that will relieve some of the anxiety and they all sound so empty. I can't help her and the panic rises in me. She is about 9 months sober, bless her heart, and I don't fear that she will drink but I know the anguish she is going through trying to hold in that place. I'm eating too much and not drinking enough water and I wish I could have a drink - but I would never do that in front of her. But I w a n t one.
My beloved darling cat, Marley, who has been quickly declining, was diagnosed with cancer of the intestines and spleen. This is surreal. She was fine, brought me a baby mouse about 6 weeks ago and overjoyed when she presented it. She was just trying to sneak out of the gate, playing with the string on the blinds, demanding that I get up right NOW and give her her breakfast and now she can hardly eat, she is declining fast. Nothing in her body is working quite right and I know she is so, so confused about it all. I also know that she realizes that she is very sick. She doesn't want me to leave her side and I don't want to leave her side.
I've been sick with all this shit in my sinuses and my tooth and I'm so physically, mentally and spiritually tired. I don't want to run away from any of it. They need me and I need them. But none of the things that usually get me through are workin' their stuff right now. We all three, although we are here together in this house and loving and supporting each other, feel so alone. It's scary. I know it's not going to last forever, but f u c k, I'm here right now and it's happening. I want to wake up in a different world, with my daughter not frightened and my cat healthy and in no pain - and me in no pain. I want to wake up tomorrow feeling like I did last month when nobody was scared other than the normal - I'm alive on this planet and life sucks / life is sweet. And I don't want to wake up tomorrow. Every morning for these last two weeks has been accompanied by panic. I want to be strong and help and I know I am, as much as my clumsy self is able - and I want to get in the corner and cry till it all goes away.
I have one friend in this city to talk to but like everyone else she is just human, she has a life of her own full of complications so it's not often that we can be together. I have my therapist who I had to cancel our last meeting because of doctor stuff for my darling, and now she is on vacation for two weeks. I dashed to the store this morning to get Marley treats, she will eat a tiny bit of them, and some salad from the deli counter (that was for me). The girl behind said "have a good day" and I didn't reply, she thought I had turned away when she said "and don't ever come back", because I didn't reply!.... I didn't even react. Nothing matters right now except what is happening within this house.
I don't want to read blogs, I don't want to read Facebook, I don't want to comment, I don't want to feel anything when someone comments on me or doesn't . But this and Facebook are the only places I have to go to right now and that makes me feel physically ill. I want to scream but I will wake Marley and upset my daughter, so I just keep crying because that's all I can do.
I've made a fluffy warm bed behind the couch for her because that's pretty much the only place she wants to be. And my daughter just got back from making a late night candy-run to the 7/11 and is, hopefully, watching Netflix to distract her own panic. And me? I'm taking a pill or maybe two and I'm going to sleep and then maybe the knot in my stomach will stop bleeding fear.
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