It is now four days later....Cyber Monday. Lauren has some kind of cold from hell ( hopefully not Covid again ) and it is cold AF. I talked to propane guy today to explain the money situation and he is overwhelmed with calls. LP has been door dashing and scheduling job interviews but we are flat broke. Friends have helped us to get by, I remember back in the day when it was a treat to put up the tree. Now, it's a chore just to get to the attic to see if it's there! The pecans are steady dropping and on the first 50 degree day I'll be out there rolling like a demon. Bubba is bringing me a leaf blower because raking all those leaves is a chore.
Gas is cheaper than I've seen it in awhile which is a blessing. Eggs are still high but that's the fault of avian flu. And so everybody and their mama is squawking about Hunter Biden's pardon. Umm. Excuse me? I know two wrongs don't make a right but seriously. That is so hypocritical. Yes, Mr. President. You should have, for the good of this country, stepped down long ago. There were capable people to do the campaign if given enough notice. I am a Dem, but very disappointed with the way the campaign went. Six months is not enough time, period. Today's rant is over.
So now that I have that out of my brain, I carry on. Tomorrow is my friend Lorna's celebration of life. Ann and I are going together to honor our girl. Ms Rebas will more than likely be between Christmas and New Year's. There are very few events that I get excited about these days, but the reveal party for SHE Magazine is one of them. I did a handful of interviews and a bit of writing because my editor is quite understanding. And also a superhuman! The most important aspect of writing for that particular publication is that I get to meet new people and also find out more about the ones I already know. Small business owners like Beebee Love and Casey Lou are always honored to be featured. It takes women empowering women with their spirit and guts to give someone a reason to believe in themselves and their mission.
Reaves drew a picture of her and Mama in pastels under a rainbow. Art is her therapy, just like it has been her mothers. If you want to make that kid happy, give her a canvas! She tried to crochet and ended up with one long lasso before she gave up. I don't think even I could crochet because I can't see. Plus I don't sit still.
Let us pray I don't get the epizootie ^j^
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