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Fuck Fascism.
There's probably a million quotes and sayings that basically boil down to the title of this post. We know they are true, most of us have lived them, and each time we think it will be different. There's a whole cadre of #vanlifers, digital nomads, retired Class A warriors, rubber and leather tramps, dirtbags, hiker trash, and general vagabonds that have been traveling to run away from themselves rather than to find themselves (whether they admit it or not). Am I one of them? An ennui set in after my last post. This ennui quickly lead to boredom, dissatisfaction, and self loathing. The self loathing won out, as it is apt to do. And for a heartbeat, I let it. Big mistake. When self loathing wins, even for a short period, the next days (and sometimes weeks) are like a hangover as you try to find the shards of you your own mind hasn't destroyed. Hm, maybe that's just me, I don't know. I "locked" myself in my room (aka: I hid behind the curtain that ma
I was up shortly after the sun, bright and clear in the sky as the cool morning air of late August wafted through the window and over my desk. I decided on a light work load, not feeling the urge to shed words on inane topics for clients I will likely never meet. Instead, focus on a simple series of tasks: Laundry The week's lunch soup Homemade bread The joy of having soup for lunch everyday is that it's warm, homey, and simple. Plus, it's an excuse to use up all the odds and ends in the produce drawer before they spoil. Today's pot is a smoky lentil soup, filled with spinach, celery, carrots, parsnips, leaks, overripe tomatoes, and a few other bits and bobs. Living in a mild climate, we can enjoy soup year round, although the type is much lighter in the heat of July compared to the thick stews of January. The smell of baking bread adds the perfect touch of homeyness as I sit on the balcony, knitting behind the screen of tomato plants and listening to
I haven't talked much about my views on education here, in this space. It's odd really. I've raised two kids, after all. Now, thanks to the pandemic, it seems everyone is schooling at home (which, by the way, is completely different from homeschooling). We were/are radical homeschoolers. The older kid is already an adult and off on his own. We must not of screwed him up too bad, because he's on scholarships and already has one degree under his belt (received at the ripe ol' age of 18) and is halfway through his next degree. And yes, these degrees are from actual colleges. The second kid would be a sophomore if he went to the local school. In truth, I couldn't tell you what grade level he is at. He could probably compete with any high school or community college graduate on even footing, and likely could do better than most. The hardest part about homeschooling is finding shit that isn't full of fake crap because of religion. It seems that if you are
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