A weekend of sadness and anger
Friday night, shortly after I ate dinner, R. called for his usual "midnight bark." R. goes on and on about all the details of his life and his memories that his life triggers and the geeky bits of linguistics that are triggered by his memories, so I half-listened to the stories I've heard a zillion times before and I half-heartedly scrolled through Facebook. I saw several posts that said things like "FUCK" and "Oh, no" and "I thought 2020 couldn't get any worse." I scrolled a bit further and saw that someone had posted a link to an NPR story that said Ruth Bader Ginsburg had died. My heart sank because NPR usually doesn't post false rumors, but I didn't -- yet -- see it reported on the WaPo and NYT sites. Then the boy toy knocked on the door and started to say "Ginsburg died," but I motioned to him that I knew. I didn't say anything to R. about hit. He is so conservative and the last thing I needed at that moment was a cutting remark from him.
The rest of the evening I was simultaneously sad and filled with white-hot fury at the universe. Fucking Mitch McConnell didn't even have the decency to wait until her body was cold before crowing that he would fill her seat immediately. Fuck him with a white-hot poker.
I half-listened to Maugorn's concert over Zoom. A program filled with pirate songs and sea shanties did not cheer me up. I had one of the earpieces of my headphones in my ear, but with the other ear I kept on listening to CNN.
At the moment I don't have the cash for Metro fare to go downtown and mourn at the Supreme Court steps. Maybe later this week.
This weekend I've been going through another box of paper and throwing out ancient computer manuals (how did I get binders full of MS-DOS instructions?) and my Uncle Rene's old bills. Going through the motions, it feels like. I feel so empty. This entry was originally posted at https://luscious-purple.dreamwidth.org/261983.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.
The rest of the evening I was simultaneously sad and filled with white-hot fury at the universe. Fucking Mitch McConnell didn't even have the decency to wait until her body was cold before crowing that he would fill her seat immediately. Fuck him with a white-hot poker.
I half-listened to Maugorn's concert over Zoom. A program filled with pirate songs and sea shanties did not cheer me up. I had one of the earpieces of my headphones in my ear, but with the other ear I kept on listening to CNN.
At the moment I don't have the cash for Metro fare to go downtown and mourn at the Supreme Court steps. Maybe later this week.
This weekend I've been going through another box of paper and throwing out ancient computer manuals (how did I get binders full of MS-DOS instructions?) and my Uncle Rene's old bills. Going through the motions, it feels like. I feel so empty. This entry was originally posted at https://luscious-purple.dreamwidth.org/261983.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.