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Saturday, August 28, 2021

#74 - Just what time IS IT these days?

It's hard to know what time it is.  I do mean that in a philosophical way.  It is time for civilization to end?  Or time to transform?  Is it the dawning of the age of Aquarius? Or just time to change things up.  Is it time for traveling, or getting back to theatre?  Is it time to move on? Is it time to evacuate or just put on the N95 mask? Is it time to take back our democracy?  Or just time to watch more Ted Lasso?

So many questions, so little time...

It's almost another Katrina heading for New Orleans as we speak.  And masses trying to exist Afghanistan before the Taliban shuts it all down.  And rethuglicans around the country trying to choke the democracy out of us all.  Time to turn off the TV and tune into MY TIME.

Well, for ME, I'm biding my time trying to stay creative, and work, not get a Covid breakthrough infection, and staying healthy until we journey east in the very near future to visit with our youngest one (and our grandkitties).  

I've been listening to what the world brings my way, and trying to stay open to the messages I'm getting.  

Twice in the last week, I've had folks reaching out about theatrical opportunities, and on the spur of the moment, I decided that even though my hair and body haven't aged to my liking over this pandemic, and I haven't sung in ages, I'm going to audition tonight.  For a musical no less. Yup, last minute choice, as I figured "what the heck" and know that the Propgoddess, the original Vault goddess, would want it that way.

Maybe it is my time to get back on stage?  I guess if it's meant to be, it will.  Only time will tell.

In the meanTIME, laundry waits for no one.

(And it sure was time to do another blog post.)

Stay healthy and safe y'all.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

#73 - Are we close to the end of "The Year of Living Dangerously"?

" Boy, oh boy.  Shit just keeps on comin' doesn't it? 

Let see, where did we leave off?  Was it after Covid started but before this year's fires? The election? The attempted Coup d'etat and insurrection?  "

Yup - that was a blog post started two days after the idiocy and terror of fascism reared its ugly head in a way so heinous, we never could have imagined it could happen here. Yet it did. Domestic terrorist stormed the US capital.  And now, 7, almost 8 months later, what has changed?  Well, the "big lie" continues to attempt to be perpetuated.  Elephant rulers across the states are doing everything they can to prevent voting, since apparently, they realize that's the only way they'll ever win back power.  Biden became President with the first female, first half black/half asian VP, and they are doing a redux of the New Deal days of FDR (gad, we sure need that right now).

And yet - still working from home, though they think for not much longer, but Covid continues because there are so many sheeple in this country that think that the vaccine is going to implant microchips into their systems.  'My freedom' they cry!  Yes, these same mostly white surpremacist yahoos think it's ok to regulate MY body and control mass swaths of BIPOC across the US.  And the Covid Delta variant (and more) are mutating since we haven't yet reached herd immunity because of these idiots. And we continue to kill the planet.


But I digress.

Attempts of late to continue to spleunk AND sell are slightly hampered by bad and old technology.  

And oh did I mention that I wrote part of, acted in part of and directed an entire 41 minute film this year?

Yeah, really haven't see much happening since this Covid thing started.

We are hopeful for future travels and time will only tell what comes of things in another 6 months.

So in closing - yup, the shit just keeps on coming.  But the sun rises each morning, and sets each night, and so far (fingers crossed), fire hasn't evacuated us - this year.

Oh and these two keep me sane

L to R - Leonardo da Vinci (aka LEO) 
and Zuzu, Queen of the Shebas (aka ZUZU)






Now, back to the boxes,