My poor MIL is declining rapidly. She has some kind of problem with her lungs and breathing is getting harder and harder despite all treatments. FIL says she's very anxious and struggling. She has lost so much weight she looks skeletal and frail. I feel so awful for them. This decline has been brutal and unrelenting. And they still don't know what the illness actually is.
Then they went to a farmer's market, full of heaps of bright fruit, vegetables, and vendors of every kind.
The Russian woman stopped a few feet inside the entry, tears running down her face, staring around.
"Who can shop here?" she asked, overwhelmed.
And that is the difference between communism and capitalism. Everyone who advocates for it thinks they'll be among the elite, with no concept what that actually means.
Boortz and his wife went to Russia shortly after the fall of the Soviet Union. They stayed with a wealthy 'elite' couple who lived in an apartment the size of a large bedroom. They went grocery shopping with them.
First to the bread store: they found a loaf of stale bread. Then to the cheese store. They found a bit. Then to the meat store for something that looked like it had been pulling a wagon previously. There were no veggies at the vegetable store. And they had dinner.
When I wore it at my parents' house, Mom said I looked like a man ("The character is a man, Mom." "But angels are neither male nor female." "I know. I didn't write the book.")
Everything came from thrift stores except as noted. It's too hot for now, but GeekGirlCon will be in November ...should be perfect.
Just want to share some creative stuff I'm doing. I like to create costumes for when I go to geeky conventions. This one is for Azeraphale from #GoodOmens, a BBC series made from the novel by Neil Gaiman and the late Terry Pratchett. My daughter will be dressing as Crowley, the demon (she can pull off skinny jeans, and I really just can't).
The coat started out Army green. The wings came from a garage sale jacket. The shoes are just so *perfect*. The bowtie, I made from Spoonflower fabric.
More dog drama. The little chihuahua has NOT been claimed. I have had no contact despite advertising everywhere. I drove the neighborhood where I found him, looking for "lost dog" signs. I spoke to a neighbor across the street from where he had been hanging out for an hour. The neighbor knew no one with a black chihuahua, and as a retired elderly man is probably home a lot to know.
Dog it also not as housebroken as I thought at first. :P
No luck so far, no contact from owner of the little lost chihuahua. I will put flyers on the street where I found him. I do not think he wandered far (if he wasn't dumped).
My initial estimate was that he belongs to an older person who did not have the energy to care for him (dirty, needed brushing, nails badly overgrown) but showed love by feeding too much.
I am reluctant to hand him over to animal services because they take legal possession in 3 days AND they're 25 miles away.
Women on Spinster are celebrating the death of David Koch. "One down, one to go."
Yeah. I bet I don't stay there very long. They're touting it as a "safe place for women". But it's really only safe if you're a radical feminist, hate men, hate conservatives, and so on. When I said so, I was told I must think I'm pretty special, wanting a red carpet rolled out for me.
Yeah. Sisterhood. Yay.
Wife, mom, keeper of animals, creator, author, autist, learner. Conservative in a blue state.
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