Peeps. Well, that was a thing this week, wasn’t it? I don’t delve into politics here at WSG because it’s just not a positive thing most of the time and I lean into positive here. Head in the sand? yes. Definitely.
But. What the hell is going on in the US? Is there any sort of precedence for what is going on? What do you think: should he quit and let someone else run? Will either of them make it to November?
Clean and forget all your troubles…
Instead of shivering in a corner thinking about what the world might be like a year from now (begins with a W and ends with a III), I took to my mop and vacuum and cleaned the shit out of my house for the past two days. The shit. My hands hurt. My eyes are puffy because I can’t sleep from the overuse of my fussy midlife bod. But, I can’t remember what I was stressing about so mission accomplished!
In two weeks we are hosting about 20 people for my mom’s birthday. It’ll be tight. The house has been shut up for too many months and it’s full of mildew and the signs of mice everywhere. Mind if I talk about the mice for a mo?
Mice. I am fascinated by their can-do spirit. I was changing all the (g-damn) beds and what happened? A pile of seeds, (pine tree seeds I think?), spilled onto the floor. A ton! And upstairs!
So these little country mice stuffed their little cheeks with seeds and climbed up the stairs. They must have done the trip over ten times. Then they slipped between the sheets of a twin bed and shimmied their way down to the bottom and tucked their delivery into place, creating a neat little pile. Until I untucked the sheets. C’est la vie, little mousies.