Friday, December 19, 2025

Shopping … All Done

All of our holiday shopping is finished, including everything we need for Christmas dinner. This year it will be Jeremy, Megan, and Oliver over for dinner with Joe and me.
Costco was insanely busy when we went at 12:30pm today. I am still recovering from a cold so stayed in the car and watched the parking lot mayhem. Joe was in and out fairly quickly as he does not dawdle. If it’s not on the list - he won’t buy something. This is how we keep our grocery bill manageable.
After Costco we hit up our local Cub market and it was busy! We shop this store frequently and today was the busiest I’ve ever seen it. It is a relief to get the shopping over and done.
It is an early bedtime for me tonight. It would be lovely to wake up tomorrow and be over this nasty cold. 
Take care, Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 18, 2025

A Rally Speech Masquerading as Leadership

I am reposting Adam Kinzinger's post about 47's speech last night as it is short, factual, and comes from a former Republican politician that I respect. I did not watch the speech and relied on other writer's feedback.

Trump’s Address Was Exactly What You Expected—and Worse

A rally speech masquerading as leadership

It took less than a minute for me to ask myself, Why would anyone watch this? I mean, I had to. Following this stuff is an obligation. But why—oh why—would anyone voluntarily tune in to what amounted to a blowhard’s boring recitation of blame, bragging, and BS?

It was a prime-time television address to the nation, an exercise normally reserved for serious national concerns. But there was Donald Trump, the embodiment of selfishness and self-interest, wasting the public airwaves—and wasting our time.

The biggest problem with this so-called address? The lies, of course.

First came lies about immigration. Then lies about inflation, foreign investment in the United States, taxes on Social Security, the price of gas, and wages rising “much faster than inflation.”

The distortions were classic Trump, condensed into just 18 minutes. So were the filler phrases, which—heard from a proper perspective—made the kind of sense he would resent.

“There has never been anything like it,” he said. I thought of his destruction of the East Wing of the White House.

“Nobody can believe what’s going on.” That part is true. Nobody can believe he’s using the Department of Justice to attack political opponents in court.

“There has never been anything like this in the history of our country.” Indeed. There has never been a president so authoritarian and divisive.

The address was filled with attacks on his predecessor, Joe Biden, and Democrats in general. To hear Trump tell it—and sometimes shout it—members of the opposing party are corrupt, anti-American tools of corporations who want to teach children to hate their country.

Others he blamed included Somali immigrants, who he said, in all seriousness, have “taken over the economics” of the entire state of Minnesota, and “sinister woke radicals” who supposedly want to control our schools.

Let’s grant, for the sake of argument, that some small number of “woke radicals” exist. I’m not sure how one would even define them, but this is his rhetoric, not mine. If they do exist, calling them “sinister” is a bizarre and inflammatory choice. Call them wrongheaded. Call them misguided. But they are American citizens. Activist? Yes. Impassioned? Yes. Sinister? No.

Though it was only a passing remark, the jab at “woke radicals” was typical of a speech in which Trump divided the world into good guys—his administration and its supporters—and bad guys, a group that includes immigrants, Democrats, and anyone else who opposes his agenda. It was as if he had forgotten that his approval rating has dropped an average of eight points in less than a year. Today, roughly half the country disapproves of his performance as president.

The real issue, of course, is the economy—specifically affordability. A term Trump once dismissed, “affordability” describes the very real challenge of matching expenses with income. Millions of Americans are struggling to pay for housing, which is in short supply, and for electricity, which has risen dramatically.

Polls and the affordability crisis clearly motivated Trump’s staff to push him into making this address. What they couldn’t control was what he said—or how he said it. Trump did not acknowledge the stress people are feeling. Nor did he offer a realistic or concrete plan to address their problems.

Take health care. Trump and the Republican Congress gutted Obamacare, removing provisions that subsidized premiums so middle-class families could afford even minimal coverage. As a result, rates are projected to rise by an average of 26 percent beginning January 1. There is no doubt who caused this crisis, and no doubt who bears responsibility for fixing it.

Yet here’s what Trump had to say:

“It was bad health care at much too high a cost, and you see that now in the steep increase in premiums being demanded by the Democrats. And they are demanding those increases and it’s their fault. It is not the Republicans’ fault. It’s the Democrats’ fault.”

Then he told us what he plans to do to help: provide “much better health care at a much lower price.” How will he do that? He didn’t say. Of course, he’s been promising a health care plan since 2015. A decade has passed, and there’s still no plan.

In the end, the address was nothing more than a rapid-fire, high-decibel rally speech built on a schtick Trump has relied on for years. It was a waste of words, a waste of network resources, and a waste of time—for everyone, including the president, who will see no improvement in his approval ratings as a result.

If only I could get those 18 minutes of my life back.

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Cartoon/Meme Evening

To distract myself from listening to 47's speech tonight (I prefer to watch the recap), I found a few memes to share:







Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Sitting With the Sadness

I’ve been struggling to find the words after this past weekend’s news. It feels like one heartbreak piled on top of another, until the weight of it all becomes hard to carry.

Over the weekend, a terror mass shooting, believed to be an antisemitic attack, took place during a Hanukkah celebration at Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia. Holocaust survivors, faith leaders, and everyday heroes who tried to stop the violence were among the fifteen people killed. Dozens more were wounded, and as of today many remain hospitalized, including two police officers. The victims have not yet been formally identified, but police believe they range in age from just ten years old to eighty-seven. Children. Elders. Families. A community gathered in faith and celebration, forever changed.

Here at home, Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island was shaken by another act of violence. At least two people were killed and nine others wounded. The alleged gunman remains at large, and the motive is still unknown. Once again, a place of learning and promise became a place of fear and loss.

And then there was the deeply personal tragedy of Rob Reiner and Michele Singer, who were stabbed to death in their own home. The fact that their son has been arrested in connection with their deaths adds another layer of sorrow that is almost impossible to comprehend.

All of this was already more than enough to absorb and then, as if cruelty needed an encore, forty-seven chose to post a vile and unnecessary message on Truth Social about Rob Reiner. While it was heartening to see condemnation come from both Republican and Democratic leaders, the damage of such words lingers. Grief does not need commentary. It needs care.

I don’t have answers, and I don’t have anything wise to wrap this up neatly. What I do have is sorrow for the lives lost, for the families and communities now navigating unimaginable pain, and for a world that feels far too comfortable with violence and cruelty.

Monday, December 15, 2025

Monday with Oliver


I spent the afternoon with Oliver, who turned 11 months old today. Eleven months already. Time feels especially slippery when I’m with him. I love these days with Oliver and Megan, nothing fancy, just being together and watching him change almost in real time.

This evening was a mix of catching up on chores and watching the clock inch closer to bedtime. And now here we are. I’m taking another short break from writing to tend to a few personal care things and still manage to slip into bed by 11:00 pm. That feels like a small victory worth aiming for.

I hope your day was a good one.

Sunday, December 14, 2025

When Speaking Feels Complicated

Our cat whines. And lately, so do I.

I’ve had cold symptoms since Wednesday, which makes me feel just as whiny as Alto. Alto, at least, has clear reasons for it. Her whining means she wants food, or her litter box cleaned, or she has just coughed up a hairball and would like someone—anyone—to notice.

My version of whining is quieter. I just want to be left alone to close my eyes or take a nap. So when Joe talks to me, every instinct says, please stop, I’m tired.

I don’t actually whine around Joe, though. I appreciate him, and he’s already plenty frustrated with the cat’s chosen form of communication. There’s also the fact that whining doesn’t change anything for me. When I’m sick, I turn into a less charming version of myself, and expressing it through whining doesn’t make me feel better. If anything, once I’m well again, I’d just be annoyed with myself for having gone there.

I think my complicated feelings about whining go way back. Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s, complaints were met with classics like, “Quit your whinin’,” or “Keep it up and I’ll give you something to whine about!” (Sometimes “whine” was replaced with “cry,” but the message was the same.) I learned early on that adults were not especially interested in hearing about discomfort or unfairness.

That lesson followed me into early adulthood. One day a boss accused me of whining when I thought I was expressing a legitimate concern. Apparently my nasally Ohio voice wasn’t helping my case (imagine that). I responded by reading up on how to lower your voice and practicing speaking in a lower register whenever he was around.

All of this has me wondering if some people were taught two things:
a) Anyone who raises a concern is a whiner.
b) It’s better not to speak up when something feels wrong, because being labeled a whiner means nothing will change anyway.

Which brings me to 47. In a speech this week in Pennsylvania, he told folks their daughters don’t need 37 dolls. “Two or three is nice. You don’t need 37, so we’re doing things right. We’re running this country right.” To me, that sounded a lot like, Quit your whining, aimed at people worried about affordability.

And honestly—do you know any parent who buys thirty-seven dolls or pencils? I suppose it could happen if you had thirty-seven children. I once bought my daughter twin dolls, which felt extravagant enough. All told, she never owned anywhere close to thirty-seven.

Anyway, back to whining. If you ever need to get something off your chest and just need an ear, I’m happy to listen. I promise I won’t say, “Quit your whining.”

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Clarity and Laughter Go A Long Way ...

I am working through cold symptoms and had a busy day. Thought we could all use a little clarity and some laughs ...






Friday, December 12, 2025

Life, Temporarily Unplugged

This evening Joe decided we needed to stop by Best Buy to get new screen protectors for our iPhones. Because it was 5 degrees out and the parking lot was icy, he agreed to take both phones into the store while I waited in the car with the engine running.

As I sat there, I watched three men come out of the store dressed in orange robes. My curious mind immediately reached for my phone to Google, “What group wears orange robes?” Only there was no phone. I filed that question away for later.

On the front of the Best Buy building was a huge sign advertising, “Buy a 100" TV for your home theater.” Naturally, I wanted to know the price of a 100-inch television. I reached for my phone. Still no phone. Another question added to the mental list.

A few teenage or twenty-something young men walked past the car on their way into the store. They were wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts. I glanced at the screen on my dashboard. Five degrees. It was windy, too. I wanted to check the “feels like” temperature on the weather app. Once again, I reached for my phone that was not there.

It was at that point that it really hit me how often I Google things or use apps throughout the day. I take my phone, and my constant access to information, completely for granted. I’m not judging whether that’s a good habit or a bad one. Just noticing.

Earlier today, during lunch with Oliver and Megan, I only took my phone out once, to take a photo of Oliver’s refried bean–covered face. I showed him the picture and he smiled, clearly pleased with his bean-based artwork.

I also use my phone to track my steps, log my food, listen to podcasts while using the NuStep, read on the Kindle app, and manage a long list of everyday tasks. That list includes, but is not limited to, checking credit card accounts and depositing the occasional check into my credit union account.

About twenty minutes later, Joe came back out and told me they only had one screen protector in stock. He had them replace his, and we’ll check back in a week or two for mine, or try another Best Buy nearby. I was fine with that. My protector isn’t in bad shape.

By then, I had a mental list of six things to look up once I got home. I was driving, so it had to wait. Siri and I don’t always understand each other, so I tend to avoid asking her for help with searches.

Anyway, that was a long twenty minutes in a parking lot.

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Winter Photo Essay

It snowed all day yesterday and into the night. It is snowing off and on today. According to Precip (https://precip.ai/snow-totals/zipcode/55376) we have had 6" of snow in the past 24 hours. We went out to get our COVID vaccine this morning and I grabbed a few photos of our home and neighborhood taken from our front yard. Enjoy!

 
Note the ice cubes hanging from the front roof and the snow on the bushes and roof. Joe had time
this morning to shovel and sweep the driveway - he did the walkway up to the house right after
 I took this photo.

Looking to the south of our home. The tree and plants in front of the neighbor's house are in our yard,
I love the look of the snow on the branches. These photos were taken at 11:30am - you can see the sun trying to peek through the clouds.

This photo is Southeast of us. Note the wire reindeer on the neighbor's lawn. I recently saw Coda (neighbor's dog) out playing and thought Coda had a new dog buddy. It took a moment for it to sink in that Coda's buddy was a lawn ornament ...

The maple tree in front of our house. Again with the snow sticking to the tree trunk and branches.

Looking to the northeast is this awesome fir tree on the sloping yard of our neighbor's property. 

Northern part of our yard. The basketball hoop seems a bit lonely!

The mailbox is not an indicator of the amount of snow we have - the mailbox post is uncovered completely at the front. The pile of snow is where Joe piles the snow he is shoveling and sweeping.
Finally, this photo was taken from my desk out the west facing window of our sunroom this afternoon. One of our Christmas trees (we have three) is in the foreground on the left. I love the snow on the tree trunks.




Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Blink and It’s Bedtime


I spent my writing time today trying to finish up my Christmas shopping. Time flies when I am looking at Lego sets or checking out subscription boxes or sewing kits for eight year olds. One minute it was 5:00 p.m. and the next it was 8:30 p.m. I did end up with a few good ideas, but my evening disappeared in the process.

Now I have several things to do before bed and only an hour and a half left to do them. One of those things is 40 minutes of icing and heat on my back. Add in 20 minutes of meditation and that leaves 30 minutes for my pre-bedtime routine.

So I had better get to it! Tomorrow is another busy day, and hopefully one with a little more time to write.


Monday, December 8, 2025

A Night with Robert Reich

I spent part of my evening attending a virtual watch party for The Last Class with Robert Reich. It was excellent. If you get a chance to see it at a local theater or during a future virtual showing, I highly recommend it.

If you are curious about where it is playing, you can check online here:
https://www.thelastclassfilm.com/where-to-watch

From the website, a brief description:

Former Secretary of Labor Robert Reich might be famous for his public service, best-selling books, and viral social media posts, but he always considered teaching his true calling. The Last Class captures a master educator wrestling with the dual realities of his own aging and his students inheriting a world out of balance. Reich confronts the impending finality with unflinching candor, humor, introspection, and a rawness of emotion he has never shared publicly before.

One thousand students fill the biggest lecture hall on campus, the last class to receive Reich’s wisdom and exhortations not to accept that society has to stay the way it is. His final assignment: Who will be the teachers of tomorrow?

This video is for anyone who has taught, is currently teaching, or simply wonders what retirement looks like for someone passionate about their work. It is thoughtful, moving, and surprisingly hopeful. I hope you take the time to treat yourself when the film comes around to your community.

A bonus is that the course Reich teaches in the film is available, free of charge, at: https://www.inequalitymedia.org/wealth-and-poverty


Sunday, December 7, 2025

Letting the Words Rest


I sat down tonight, looked at the blank screen, and realized my heart simply wasn’t in it. Nothing dramatic happened, no grand crisis. I’m just tired. Some evenings the words come easily, and I enjoy shaping the small pieces of my day into a story. Tonight, though, silence felt more appealing than sentences. It turns out that not every day needs to be recorded or celebrated, and that is perfectly fine. So instead of writing a full post, I am giving myself permission to rest, to close the laptop, and let the quiet do its good work. There will be plenty of days ahead for stories. Tonight is for breathing.

Saturday, December 6, 2025

Wishing for Peace on Earth (Mars Is Optional)

My Christmas wish:

That Elon Musk gets the spacecrafts he needs completed within the next three weeks so he can head to Mars and build the self-sustaining civilization he sees as humanity’s “life insurance” against extinction on Earth.

On Musk’s first voyage he should take 47, the current cabinet, and of course himself. They can all pretend they are kings of the universe instead of the United States. Meanwhile, the rest of us earthbound people can ignore the entire Mars contingency and go on with our lives.

On subsequent voyages all the MAGA people can join their chosen leader. This would make room for us here at home to return to a two-party system that does not include fascists.

Realistically I know it will take decades before anyone actually moves to Mars. There are practical matters like housing, oxygen, and a transportation system.

I can assure you that if I had a billion dollars I would not spend it building a colony on Mars. Oh, wait, neither is Musk. Most of the money in his companies is the result of government contracts, including U.S. government contracts.

Sigh.

So I will settle for a more reasonable Christmas wish:

May the coming days be gentle, full of small joys and good company. That is a wish worth sending into the universe, and one we can actually make come true.

P.S. Let them build a new world on Mars. I’ll keep working on this one, one cup of coffee, one conversation, and one holiday season at a time.


Friday, December 5, 2025

A Friday Filled with Friends


We woke up to more snow this morning. Our Friday morning 'Ladies in the Neighborhood Coffee' was at our house this week, so Joe went outside to shovel the fresh snowfall from the driveway and the walkway up to the porch. By the time everyone left to go about their day there was another layer of snow. Winter is settling in though I am told by long-time Minnesotans that this is still a mild winter.

My coach and friend Becky came over at 1:00pm for tea and a visit. Joe went out again and swept up the newly fallen snow so Becky would have a clean path to walk on. I say swept because sometimes the snow is so soft and light it is easier to use a broom than a shovel.

Being able to visit with five other women today was such a treat. The neighbor ladies are interesting, smart, and funny people. They each seem uniquely themselves, which I appreciate. We do not always agree on everything, yet we certainly agree on core values. From our conversation this morning, it dawned on me that one thing we all want is a sense of fairness. What fairness looks like may be different for each of us, shaped by our own experiences, but we recognize it when we see it.

Our conversations are civil, and that is a very good thing.

Even though Becky is my awesome health coach, she has quickly become a dear friend as well. I love when she comes to visit. We talk about everything except my progress on the program. She sends me weekly reports in Monday morning videos so our visits are purely social. If I had questions or concerns I know she would address them without hesitation.

Before starting her coaching business she worked in business management, and we have discovered we speak the same business language. I enjoy hearing about her plans and ideas, and she listens to my past experiences. It makes for lively conversation.

After Becky left today, I sat quietly for a moment and thought about how fortunate I am to have wonderful women in my life. Old friends or new, they each bring light in their own way.

I will close today with a few pictures of the snow. All photos were taken by Joe. I was certainly not going outside unless I had to!

Our driveway

Our front yard (directly in front of the house).

Thursday, December 4, 2025

Healing Hips and an Unhappy Snow Baby

Over the past ten weeks, every time I rolled over in bed I would get an excruciating sharp pain in my lower back, with pain shooting down both legs. This only happened at night. I would lie still for a moment until the pain subsided, then hobble to the bathroom. By the time I crawled back into bed the pain would be gone, at least until I rolled over again.

I am not one to rush to a doctor unless there is blood involved, so I tried all the home remedies first. Each one gave me temporary relief, and during the day I could move about with no pain at all. But nighttime was a different story.

Right before Thanksgiving, I finally decided enough was enough and made an appointment with a chiropractor. Today was the earliest they could get me in. The exam was thorough, and it turns out the range of motion in my hips and lower back has been locking up when I am not moving. There is quite a bit of soft tissue trauma. When I am sleeping, everything stays still, and that is when the pain kicks in. It is more complicated than that, but that is the short version.

This limited range of motion explains why even walking to a neighbor’s house left me stopping to stretch. Treatment over the next several weeks should help loosen my hips and hopefully improve my ability to walk longer distances without resting.

After today’s treatment I felt like a new person. I came home and got a lot of chores done that I normally dread because I have to stop and “rest.” Today I didn’t need to stop until I had been working about 45 minutes. That is a huge improvement. I also went up and down the stairs with much less effort, which felt amazing.

Thank goodness for the NuStep, the stretches, and the daily chair yoga I have been doing. The chiropractor said all of that movement likely kept the pain from becoming constant. I will take that as encouragement. Kudos to movement!

Lesson learned: do not wait to see a professional when you are in pain.

In other news, our solar panels were 90 percent installed today. The foreperson told me that if it were summer, they would have been finished by 2:00 pm. With all the snow on the roof and ground, they were here from 7:15 in the morning until after 4:00. I’m not sure when they’ll be back to finish, but I’ll follow up tomorrow with the project manager if I don’t hear from them.

Megan sent me a photo of Oliver all bundled up, sitting in a pile of snow. He had on a snowsuit, boots, mittens, a hat, and a hood. It is the first time I have ever seen a look of sadness on his little face. He did not look like he was enjoying this snow stuff. The more I thought about it, I realized he was probably frustrated because he could not crawl. This kid is always on the move.

Today started with pain but ended with relief, progress, and even a little laughter at that sweet, bundled-up baby. For now, I am grateful for movement, medical help, and a warm house to come home to.


Wednesday, December 3, 2025

I'm Not So Special ... After All

Just so you know, it turns out that pleasant is a standard descriptor used by Allina Health. I mentioned it to Joe, and he immediately had me pull up the clinician notes from his recent visit. Sure enough, he was also described as pleasant. Everyone who knows Joe knows this is absolutely true.

Joe also scored a 20 on mental health, which is one point higher than my score and still in the top range. His physical health score came in at 19, three points higher than mine, also in the top range. He was delighted, of course, and gives full credit to his daily menu of beans, a rice and quinoa mix, fruits, and vegetables.

I eat all those foods now too, so give me a few years. I just might catch up.




 

Shopping … All Done

All of our holiday shopping is finished, including everything we need for Christmas dinner. This year it will be Jeremy, Megan, and Oliver o...