Bonus whine

I hate shaggy beards. I'm fine with a short, well-trimmed beard but man I hate the shaggy ones. Why do women* have to go "down there" and keep up the curb-appeal when men get to sport those revolting messes on their faces?

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*the young women. Glad to have pre-dated that trend.

Is it Mueller time yet?

I still have faith that Mueller is coming, and that he is bringing a whole world of hurt down on the #trumpcrimefamily and a few other who have been more than complicit (I'm looking at your senate majority leader Mitch McConnell). I just hope it comes soon. I want to know that DJT had to pee in a prison toilet - and Jared, and Jr., and Ivanka, and Mitch...)

I'm worried about the fallout from the far-right, though, who learned they can shit on absolutely everyone who isn't white with impunity - just like I used to worry about what would happen when Hillary won (remember when we used to assume Hillary would win?) But whatever happens, I think it has to happen. Because these thugs aren't mellowing out on their own. And I'm so frightened for my US friends. <3

Stop touching all the women!!!

I'm not a wine snob by any means. I like wine, I appreciate it. I like twirling it and sipping it and I learned a long time ago that it gives me a pleasant buzz better and faster than other drinks. But I'm not a snob. I can't describe it in terms of how caramelly or oaky or fruity it tastes, and I'll drink it if your made it yourself (after 2 glasses they all taste good), and lately I've been buying it in a carton*.

But there is a winery in the county** that sells the crispest, most delicious chardonnay, and I will gladly make the trip two or three times a year to fork over $40 each for a bottle or two. It's my wine. It speaks to me. It makes me, briefly, into a wine snob before I revert back to my cardboard carton wine.

And now I can't have it anymore. Because the owner has been stripped of his winemaker of the year award. Because, like so many other successful, talented white men with a tiny bit of celebrity, he decided he could grope and grind against his young, pretty female employees as the urge hit him.

Fuck, guys. Get your shit together.
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*Because it lasts longer and fits in the fridge better
**Prince Edward County - a large nearby island full of hippies and artists that was discovered about 20 years ago to have the perfect landscape/climate for growing grapes.

Who needs more than 2 hours of sleep?

I worry about everything. Why relax when I can stress over things that are out of my control? So when I spoke to my daughter last night, who is juggling two jobs and is in full-blown anxiety mode because both jobs have scheduled her for the same day and neither feel it's their problem, I decided that since there is nothing I can do to help her, I would lay awake all night worrying in solidarity instead. So this is the best post you're getting from me today.

Savage little monster

A mosquito has bitten the bottom of my foot. Unlike some, I have plenty of sharp knives and two sharpeners. The foot may have to come off.

Gardens

Why do they need me to water them? Why are the weeds so good at growing without water? Why are personal gardeners so expensive? If I pull a weed, why isn't it gone forever? So many unanswerable questions.

Anxiety? Depression?

We found out this weekend that one of my husband's cousins went through a dark period a few years ago. Her mom described it to me and it sounds so much like what we have here. It was caused by a chemical imbalance in her brain that is managed through medication. Now she is married, working, raising 3 daughters and going back to school. She was willing to see a doctor, though. My son considers it an insult that we even question the way he is living. Does everyone need to hit rock bottom before they get help? Do we have to actually kick him out and have him living on the street for a while? I don't want to. Does that make me an enabler? He lives with us and yet I feel like I haven't seen my son, other than glimpses here and there, for year.