One of my favorite pictures of my cat, Puck.
We’re a third of the way through October, but it’s only now that I’ve been able to gather my thoughts on the dire events of September.
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Lower Manhattan with The World Trade Center as seen from outside the Hoboken, NJ train station in 1995. Photo by Irene North.
Take the train from Middletown, New York, to Hoboken, New Jersey. Transfer to the PATH train and get off at the World Trade Center. The World Trade Center. That was always my starting point to any trip into New York City.
Last weekend, Lewis Hamilton won the Spanish Grand Prix. It was his first race win since joining Ferrari in 2025. He’s told the media he had to remember who he was and what he was capable of. He needed time to figure that out after a disastrous season last year.
My supervisors.
EMDR and therapy have been rough lately. It’s okay. That’s how it works. However, I hadn’t anticipated the current deluge of events, which have rained down more drops than I feel I can handle all at once.
A honey bee approaches a flower as it searches for nectar in the flowerbed outside Riverside Discovery Center.
“When are we leaving?” Paul said.
“For what?” I said.
“I’m so tired of this clown show,” he said.
Aeryn and Londo, probably plotting against me or judging me. Maybe both.
This post isn’t going to be my usual musings or a list of things to watch or any of the other usual stuff I write. It’s about consolidation. I have been thinking about a lot of things lately and it’s preventing me from getting done the deeper things I want to do. I figured I’d fire off some of the things bouncing around in my brain which I’m not sure I want to flesh out into full posts of their own.
At the beginning of each week, I make a list of goals. Sometimes, they are small. Most of January was scrapped because I couldn’t sleep. Waking up from flashbacks is horrifying enough, but at least I know what they are now and can process a little and try to get some more rest. The constant headache from no sleep is aggravating. Not being able to concentrate due to sleep deprivation is, well, tiresome.
Poverty-related trauma isn’t nice or fun or quirky. When people think being poor is just a quirky thing you do, it creates a narrative where you are poor because of your own personal failures and not because of circumstances out of your control.