The Moon Me And Death Cleaning

Well, it was a different birthday.

I still got some fun gifts,

fun food, and saw my kids

via Zoom for over 2 hours.

All remotely

These are different times for sure.

Hannah got me a wireless moon lamp

VERY COOL

Very fitting since the moon is ruler in

my sign of CANCER.

Also she frequently signs off

love you to the moon and back.

In addition to a neat message board,

Ben got me ALL the fixings 

for ice cream sundaes.

ALL -peanuts, cherries, bananas,

waffle bowls, candy bar mix-ins,

syrup and a VAT of ice cream.

I plan to just rub it on my hips and ass

as that's where it will end up anyway.

I saw my first human I personally know

up close, as my friend Sue shopped for me and

brought me brownies and scones.

I've been alone 173 days.

We were masked and sat about 10 feet apart,

but I was still nervous.

Walter wasn't horrible but he was nervous, maybe 

feeding off my energy.

He isn't socialized to people yet poor thing

but he tried. 

I've been doing a lot of chatting to my sister moon,

as she peeks just under my window frame

while I lie in bed. I ask for protection

for my family and yours.

It never hurts to have the universe pulling for you.

I am just three years younger than my folks were

when they passed. That's a pretty somber thought.

Years ago I talked about being prepared and not leaving

a mess for your loved ones.

It bears rereading

Death Cleaning

Now is a perfect time to take care of that,

so if you haven't

 get on it!

Love you guys

Z

Yikes

66

is a large number

50

is also impressive

I turned 16 the day they walked on the moon.

The moon is my ruler in my astrological sign.

My astrological color is white ( no kiddin')

One of my astro lucky numbers is 20

Seems it's all heading somewhere...

YIKES

Whiplash and Freefall

When I'm 64

I will believe that 65 is still a ways off.

Then yesterday it was here,

in all it's - glory?

Wonderful calls from kids and friends,

a lunch with a great friend,

and a goodie box of pampering goods from

the kiddos topped off my 64th year.

I do not mind being 65.

What I do mind is the constant whiplash

I feel from the criminal actions of #45.

Every time I think this is it;

this is what will finally wake up 

that malevolent side of America;

I go back into freefall, 

praying for a safe landing.

Take away all the horrific maneuverings we have 

been forced to watch unfold and narrow

the focus to just the smallest of us

in this world.

Children

Remove religions, races and ethnicities

and pare down to the core of our humanity.

Loving and caring for the 

children of the entire world.

If you cannot believe in that,

fight for that,

despair over that,

then your humanity is gone.

If every query of what path to follow

began with the question

"what is best for ALL the children?"

perhaps we all could once more 

feel safe and proud.

free falling

I can no longer handle roller coasters

or airplane turbulence.

Those sensations are terrifying to me.

I can sue for whiplash,

could I sue #45 and friends for causing me 

the same mental anguish

of humanity's free fall?