The weather is starting cool off. Fall is here. What can you do on a chilly night? My grandmother always taught me to keep learning. You don’t have to be in school to continue to educate yourself. As such, here are a few documentaries I think are worthwhile to check out.
A drawing I recently made.
One of the most important things my grandmother taught me was “it never hurts to ask.”
@aidanetcetera It was a shitpost. Check out Know Your Meme for more of the history on it, or john ganz, or my newsletter #kirk #owo ♬ original sound – Aidan Walker
I’m not going to wade into the political realm anymore, but, over the past few days, it’s become pretty clear a lot of people don’t understand the memes used by the alleged killer of Charlie Kirk. I post these two videos only for understanding of what they mean in case you are struggling to wrap your head around them. Aidan Walker does a good job of clearing things up in his two videos in a clear and concise manner.
The outfit I wore to the Sun Dance.
Driving East out of Scottsbluff, I pass all the familiar sights which bring me peace and put a smile on my face. There were the dozen or so horses walking with each other in still dew-laden field. Red cows meandered among the shimmering rolling hills of the morning. The sun glistened everything along my route North along Highway 385.
Somewhere past Alliance and before Chadron I turned right down a dirt road. Around a quarter of a mile later, I turned left into a field. I had reached my destination of a journey that had begun more than a year before.
Oh, hey, look at that alliteration I accidentally did with my title. Anyway…
I had lunch yesterday and the day before with two really good friends whose opinions I value and respect. For the last year, I’ve been toying with the idea of two different blog posts, but have been hesitant to write them. Ultimately, this is my blog and I can write what I want, but I also want to be respectful of other people and not come off as an angry bitch.
The blanket Mom made me and Paul.
Today would have been Mom’s 78th birthday. Even though she is gone, there are many things that remind me of her and make me smile.
I created the video above, including the music, which was shown at my mother’s funeral. I spoke the following words to all the people who came to say goodbye to Mom on April 15. Today is the one-year anniversary of Mom’s head-on collision. I’d like to remember this day with the positives Mom contributed to the world. I hope you can forgive any typos that remain.
Note: I wrote this on April 15, 2017. Other than my boss’s boss, no one has ever seen it. It feels pertinent to me today to share it, especially in light of those in power and when you consider how much we are told that bullies go away after high school. They don’t. We are constantly fighting against them. Talking to the bully and asking for help didn’t work for me, so I wrote this letter and gave it to the boss’s boss.
Little yellow bastard outside my front door.
There are days I have thoughts in my head I want to write about, but can’t flesh them out into anything more meaningful than a sentence or two. Sometimes it’s because of the PTSD. Sometimes I can’t find the right words to express myself. Sometimes someone else said it better. Sometimes there isn’t anything more to say.
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