Taking care of family members especially those losing their memories can be a challenge. It’s a lot of giving, caring, and sharing tips everywhere you go.

“They” call it compassion fatigue now for those who are on constant call—without the beeper on the hip like a doctor. Remember beepers?!

And then when your little human is all growed up, getting married and makes more money than you do, and is glowing with anticpation and positivity about her life with her good man—it makes the heart swell with pride and joy.

It brings home to mind how youth is bliss and spirit-willing–never folly.

Now drinking collagen with peptides in your coffee religiously and eating real beets to stave off aging and wrinkles is part of the lifestyle. AND.

Resisting the urge to discuss health maladies and President Cheeto at social gatherings is mandatory. Right up there with politics, sex, and religion. What’s left to talk about?

Other people. And the choices they make. Which somehow, comes right back to politics, sex, and religion. And President Cheeto.

Never mind the tiny losses of memory that creep up and steal your pin to your debit card that you’ve had for 50 years. No one knows but your friendly bank teller who had to reset it twice for you in person.

Or that fact sometimes you consider buying a pair of “designer” jeans at Costco and then you stop yourself because you don’t want to be a contributor the BLUE RIVER in China and somehow suddenly, you feel the self-consciousness of the unboogieness of giant box-store-denim and how it couldn’t possibly help with perking up the derrière.

Look it up, it’s a real thing that the fashion world doesn’t talk about at the Met Ball.

Not my derrière silly! The Blue River.

Meanwhile, your husband buys a momental size of Prilosic in case he parties too much on Friday night with the boys and then L’acidità keeps him awake afterward which then robs him (and you) of good sleep which doesn’t help the foggy brain that comes with enrolling in Medicare and letting your hair turn silver.

(And hopefully not Grateful Dead fan-club-grey).

And when your lil’ big human (and her “he’s-the-son-I’ve-always-wanted” fiancée) buys you a red-light therapy mask for Mother’s Day because she is an active listener and heard that you envied Charlize Theron’s mask who said it was all she did for anti-aging and looks fricking amazing so therefore I want to try it.

So thoughtful. Sigh. My job as a mother is done.

For now.

Until she needs grand-kitty sitting which I don’t mind cuz Miss Kitty is a lil’ snaggletooth bitch with beautiful hair who magically purrs then hisses in case you have other plans that doesn’t include treats.

Pets and animals can be as cranky as humans. Don’t fence them in. That’s my wisdom for the day.

Be safe and kiss your loved ones when you can, j

Gang Hei Fat Choy: Wishing you great happiness and prosperity.

Image by Vecteezy

Love, J.

Dear Reader: please be aware of potentially triggering content following.

This has been quite a year under the current administration.

When the leader of one of the most influential nations on the globe calls a female journalist “piggy” and “ugly” on record to shut her up because of her line of questioning, well, I truly worry about the daughters and granddaughters yet to have voices in the near future. I refuse to imagine what he says in private to his wife.

He was convicted of rape yet voted into the White House by 49% of female voters! (there seems to always be a complicit female in crimes against females. Example: Ghislaine Maxwell) I am absolutely flabbergasted by the decisions of intelligent women that supported and continues to support the current administration.

There is also an escalation of rampant militarization tactics against tax-paying private citizens on the basis of false criminal charges (in some cases no charges were made, just forcible arrests) including, the “free” press: journalists and war correspondents. There have been documented evidence reported locally to my point.

Mainstreaming white, Christian nationalism is a frightening portend of history repeating of an almost a cult-like following (can you spell Nazi?) which has produced a No Kings protest on a national scale from the other half of the American population with sympathetic rallies occurring simultaneously in Europe.

In addition, Margaret Atwood’s novel, The Handmaid’s Tale written as fiction may actually be taking form as reality in some states: termination of pregnancy deemed unlawful even if a result of rape. What’s next?

Oh, an AI-generated actress. YIKES! And NO. Absolutely not.

Chat GPT addictions. HORRIFYING. Are there group meetings for those addicts yet? This is a serious form of a mental breakdown.

The band-width is fragile and for the first time in history, a billion (and counting) people are online scrolling. Platforms and servers are crashing. Our reliance on tech and “smart” appliances is an insidious encroachment on our psyche and organic way of living.

Yet, the bell stills rings for pennies for heaven at the entryway of grocery stores from dedicated servants of God dressed in their pristine white uniforms. Tis’ the season. Actually the bell rings year-round for pennies which may soon become obsolete. Christmas carols plays in all the stores with hopes to instill the joy for spending despite economic budget and healthcare cuts from that “Big Beautiful Bill.” Black Friday was not much.

Now that I have chilled your bliss and harshed your mellow…

Thank goodness, the simple pleasures of hugging our babies (or fur babies) can still soothe our fearful hearts. Preserving the peace by withholding our retorts to grumpy elders becomes more important than ever in these challenging days.

Wait! I am a grumpy elder! Dang it, when did that happen? As my wise father-in-law once said, “No one gets out alive.”

May my kindness always exceed my expectations for gratitude returned.

May you stay safe, healthy, and be warm with a full belly this season.

j

I was so touched when Mr. Malcolm took the time to write and tell me that he liked my writing. Now his words are even more precious and his kindness lives forever. Rest in words and beauty dear one.

j

…so come and warm yourself by the fire! We will pray and dance for sunshine.

Happy Summer Solstice!

xo, j

https://www.linkedin.com/posts/drzoobs_mark-cuban-just-dropped-a-healthcare-truth-activity-7313678437427154945-1ax2?utm_source=share&utm_medium=member_desktop&rcm=ACoAABdBrEQBbn28UssC3nIH9Dz5yk3QJ1zlddU

It is certainly a controversial healthcare plan but hey, wouldn’t it be good to find a doctor not burnt out and stressed beyond belief…and affordable?

Just sayin’…

Be well friends, j

Sunrise 1963 – Sunset 2025

I wish you an afterlife filled with joy, laughter and all of your beloved four-legged creatures. Give my love to Mom and Dad. Be free forever. I love you.