alrighty then

Well, the fireworks over except for the ones the kids kept to make noise a little bit longer.  Of course they don't really know what all the hoorah is about.  And I' beginning to wonder myself.  I read the Declaration of Independence yesterday for the first time since I was in school.  The words haunted me in the backdrop of today's political climate.  

I made the mistake of ordering Instacart on the 4th of July at 4pm.  Needless to say it never came and evidently they are still backed up.  It is a Saturday, ya know.  The order is for food of course (plus a couple of things I forgot at the 'gentral).  I hate shopping so Lauren usually does it.  She will come home with some of the oddest things, but has introduced me to a healthier diet.  Sometimes.  There is always that "gotta' have Sonic" moment for us but it doesn't set well with the old gut.  

Either Trump bussed in a ton of people or everybody was just damn excited to be living under authoritarian rule.  A lot of people say "But what can we do?  You can make your voice heard in so many ways, even though nobody seems to be listening.  Both parties are dead set on demolishing each other when there should be concern about our government and its' agencies.  I wish I didn't feel that way and was oblivious to all of it.  I mean gah, there is a whole Project 2025 playbook.  Tell me this wasn't some plan!  With Putin in the background.  

The flash flooding in Texas is a chilling reminder of how strong nature can be.  And also how quickly things can change around a river.  All these poor folks who were trying to have a good time did not know what was coming.  I wonder if the NWS had warnings?    

Our rivers don't flood like that becase they are backwater usually.  The one time I remember a headwater following 13 inches of rain in Nashville, we were stranded for a week.  Access was granted for us to drive through the pasture and onto the runway at our regional airport.  Fun times!

Sweet corn is getting ready so there's that to look forward to.  I can't eat it off the cob anymore but that's okay.  It is also kinda tricky when it comes to an ostomy.  I know, TMI.  

I tend to ramble here and that's okay too.  It's my therapy of sorts, only I don't name people.  Does that make sense at all?  It is me talking about me and my world.  And that world is slowly shrinking.  It is a truth about getting old that many navigate alone.  Nursing homes are full of those folks.  Where are they gonna put us all when the homes close?  Oh yeah.  Alligator Alcatraz.  

It's almost Sunday again Mom ^j^