Coffee in A Glass

Hey, I'm still here. It has been raining, snowing or some combination thereof for three weeks. When there is a pause in precipitation, we run outside to rejoice, only to have our shoes sink six inches into the mud. The temperature cruelly hovers at 34 degrees, with fog. The dogs have to come outside, and they bring a sizable portion of that mud in with them. We are all taking vitamin D pills like candy and wondering how bad, really, it would be to just walk to Florida.

I keep repeating to myself,"When I was a kid, I used to like winter. When I was a kid, I used to like winter." The years that I was six, seven and eight, there were sixty to eighty inches of snow a year.  My friends and I built forts and snowmen, and a few times a year, my father took me skiing. We had two vacations, not just one...Christmas and the whole week at President's Day in February, plus snow days. It never melted. It didn't drip, rain, sleet. It was fun.

This isn't winter. This is just abusive.

Blah.

But, the Pentecostal Church has built the most lovely new coffee shop, all white and shiny, with the coffee and tea served in glasses not mugs AND they do special things to the froth of my cappuccino, so I haven't killed myself yet. Will you LOOK at that muffin?! Why is the cappuccino in a glass? Is that a thing? This is not a stock photo, that is actual real food that was served to me...too perfect.

 

Today was Donald Trump's inauguration, and while it is nice that most of my friends are liberal, the wailing and tearing of clothes going on is excessive. I think I read too much medieval history. There is a tyrant. What's new? He is terrible, everything is bad. Understood. The "justice system" of this country already completely destroyed my life years ago (I rebuilt, with tremendous support from my white, upper middle class family), so I guess, through my own experience, I have already fully come to grips with tyranny. I have identified a little bit of cruelty in my own heart, snickering at people who have anyways been comfortable while they freak over the POSSIBILITY of suck. Suck and I are well acquainted. I believe in all the rights for all the people, I do, but the world is not steady, and those who have had cozy enough lives to think that it is steady...are Canadians! Haha! I mean, those who have had cozy lives to think that it is steady...need to really experience the full spectrum of human existence.

We need to have faith in ourselves. Not in a cliche sense. We need FAITH in our own ability to handle adverse situations, and to stand up to what we know to be terrible. Sharing a meme doesn't do shit for anyone, fucking whiny babies.

And that's how I feel about that.

So, in my own subversive way...I am starting an ART CLASS! Fight the power! An art class for TEENAGERS, who need art. And a place to go. And an outlet. And someone to listen to them. This is for real! I'm not kidding! I have to support of the rednecktopia art alliance, and I am allowed to do this in the cutest little old fashioned movie theater.

In response to recent events, I am doing something to contribute to my community.

I think.

I mean, it hasn't happened yet, and no one could show up, and it could all explode in my face, but it is better than just crying about shit, right?

This winter, things have been moving around in my life. Child support gone. Pear events dried up. Creativity rather stagnant. Working on detaching from every little hiccup from the girls. I've been detaching from things, and so I think things are going to be coming to move into the open spaces. Should make for a weird spring.

Love and Light,
Your friend,
Hil