Nope. Not a typo that I did not fix. It is a succint description of the days in these times. Ask people, particularly those staying home in a seemingly endless 'hermitization of life' and they will answer 'who cares' or 'who knows', because it really does not matter. Even Ellen commented on that topic as she broadcast from her home.
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Saturday. Where did the week go? For many people, running out of patience with books andTV and TV and books, there is a sudden spate of houseclearing. Yes, going through previously untouched piles of who knows what, figuring on taking advantage of the suddenly available time. I, too, have given in to that urge and started with the books, enthusiasm tempered by my back that screams at me after 15 minutes of bending and stretching and lifting.
Why books? It seems that I have a set of fertile books, for even after I clean them out, brutally, closing my eyes as I pack them for donations, guess what? Overnight they seem to have fertile congregations and multiply - 2 books lead to 8 and 8 leads to 16 until once again the books flood the rooms. The shelves, double packed, groan under the weight as I avert my eyes, apparently allergic to even the thought of ridding myself of a book I deemed worthy of my time. Not such a success either as in over 100 books gone through yesterday, I managed to discard 10 and I tell myself that was a great number - 10% - though as my kids get some shipments of books I believe they should read them too - uh oh! I then get threats that they will adopt me out unless I stop!
But I will bravely struggle on in this determination to use my time wisely and well, have fun at it as we find weird stuff among the shelves and wonder at how it got there and remember when we first acquired it? I also discover books that I had bought but never read because I had too many others to read and these fell behind, deep into a shelf.
So why continue on in this apparently endless task, seemingly useless in the long run? Dearie me, but it needs to be done - for where will I put the next bunch of books that sneak onto my shelves and into the corners of rooms unless I make room for them? Not to forget, at least there is some exercise involved!
It is also a great distraction from reading and listening to the news. That news is frustrating, aggravating, as Iwonderwhywestillhavethatidiotwithus. Worse, that dangerous fool and his truly bad news officials are irritating as all getout. This man and his sycophants have intruded on any and all things and topics, derided a brave man who cared for his crew even as he himself sickened, and as a reward for his stellar career was fired, removed from his position and deemed stupid or at best naive.
The apology that followed was as shallow and meaningless as the ones kids are forced to do after a fight. It means nothing, for the truth is in the behavior that led up to it. It means less than nothing when the same egregious behavior manifests itself again and again as the Executive branch of our government has unilaterally decided to crush the Constitution, aided and abetted by evidently brain damaged Senators and a Congress that appears to be blinded as to how much of their Constitutional powers they have abrogated, handed over to the would be dictator, much to our dismay.
Gee, only 81,000 people might die before August. So much better than 91,000. Yes, but not really, is it? Donnyboy comes to the fake rescue of Boris as he sends Big Pharma CEOs over to England to find the magic cure for Boris. Well, this proposed cure is as bad as the problem for it can kill or damage him in every body system. Moreover, if it was so clear and so at hand and so successful, why does not every doctor, every hospital, all first responders, every single person who has fallen victim to this virus, lost loved ones - why are they not clamorig for it, demanding it, rioting for it? Simple - it does not work. It is dangerous. And no, even if Giuliani recommended it - it is not medicine and Rudy is no doctor! Truly! It is part and parcel of the continuous lies that we are expected to swallow whole.
Thus, given a choice, is it any wonder that so many bookshelves, tchotkes, closets and drawers are being cleaned out, attacked within an inch of their lives? However, let me tell you a secret that might just save your back and avoid heartache. When you are sitting comfortably, ensconced in a most wonderful chair, enmeshed in the story line of the novel, or deeply involved in a biography and you make the mistake of looking up and spotting another bookshelf needing pruning -look away. Get out of that chair immediately, move to another room. If there is a shelf there too - well, find another chair with a different view! There are ways, my friends, there are ways. Be strong and of great determination!
And as usual - be safe. Stay well. Or better look at it this way:Staysafebewell.
Either way works.
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