90% of the internet is dog videos. I made that up.

Two videos, depending on your mood.
1.  Talking about Moscow Mitch.  Because the news is more palatable when you are watching a dog froclicking.  Plus, a few chin exercises.  Because, well, Mitch.

2.  Talking to my dog about our relationship

Lights for Liberty and more

I went to a small vigil that was part of the Lights for Liberty the other day. We met at the fire pit and the lovely Chantel talked about the humanitarian crisis at the border with passion and compassion in a way that made it real and was both terrifying and also oddly comforting.  She taught us a song that we sang a bazillion times and I already forgot it. (If you want to hear the song, you can watch the video of my dog listening to it. Nothing happens. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I didn’t video the people, which would have been more interesting, because that would have been creepy.)  I spent a lot of the vigil crying because I get choked up when I’m with a group of people who all care about the same thing, that isn’t about everyone’s own micro-drama self-absorbed stuff. Especially when there's singing.

We walked up to Main Street and stopped right next to a little family that was sitting on a bench eating ice cream. They looked mildly uncomfortable but stayed, probably because …

Surviving the Apocalypse: Yay Boom Boom!

Someone posted a thing on FB about how to desensitize your puppy to fireworks noises. The gist is that everytime your dog alarms to the sound of explosives, you give them a treat and say "YAY, BOOM BOOM!" Eventually, what was initially terrifying becomes drool worthy.

If the world is going to hell in a bucket, let's enjoy it, eh? Yay Boom Boom! So, here's a step by step guide to the apocalypse.
Start the evening with news on, faintly, so that you can't quite hear the words. When you hear trump boasting about his greatness, which you're tuned into the way a mouse is tuned into cats, take a shot of your favorite elixir and say, "Yay, boom boom!" Whisky is always a good choice, but seeing as its summer, you could choose gin. Gradually, turn up the volume a little bit. Keep doing shots and saying "Yay, boom boom!" Start with inane stupid things, like, "Remember two things.  Number one, we're going to be saying Christmas again.  And …

The Elements

Fire: (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius):  The world continues to go to hell in a bucket, and yet we row.  We are in the middle of the stormy ocean in a small leaky boat, and all we've got is the choice between being consumed with dread, or rowing.  Let's row, shall we Aries?  

I think the hardest thing about right now is that I don't know for sure what rowing looks like.  Should I call someone?  Write a postcard? March in the streets?  Make a video of me explaining the state of the world to my dog?  

Water (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces):  I've become so highly distractible that my to do lists now need to be broken down into minute detail. "Clean left ear with q-tip".  Etc.  I keep having to refer back, oh, where was I? Oh, left ear.  Finish that up. Because the internet, Taurus.  It has everything you can think of.  What's that plant?  Does facial serum actually do anything for you?  Has Nancy Pelosi moved toward impeachment yet?  Weather tomorrow?  What products are th…

Fa la la

I was thinking about this post from the archives as I reflect on just how little I celebrate Christmas, and what a welcome change that is.  It's taken a few years for all of the obligations to melt away, and I'm just left with the core of goodness -- a meal with my kids, a walk with my dog, and a few moments here and there with loved ones.

Twenty five years ago, I was creating a handmade tree skirt for the Christmas tree, and making all manner of baked goods to give out to people who were probably watching their diet, and shopping to procure the mound of gifts that everyone expected to be under the tree.  Now, I do none of that.  I haven't purchased a gift, decorated, or baked, and I'm grateful that my kids understand that this isn't about being a grinch, but rather, trying to take better care of myself and the planet than I have in the past, and being able to really enjoy the magic of this season:  time together, glimpses of sun on the dark days, the bright full …

Part 3 of 3

In which I review a few things, and call them horoscopes.

Sagittarius (11/22 – 12/21): Oxytocin.  This is the hormone that's released during sex and breastfeeding that promotes bonding and feelings of well-being.  Here's something:  rats that have never had babies eat baby rats whenever they get a chance (the way you do), but after being injected with Oxytocin, they tend to and protect young, even if they aren't related.   The oxytocin effect of caring for young lasts for their whole lives -- once that form of generosity is activated, it never goes away. Shysters purchase oxytocin spray on the internet and spray it in the air when they want to close a deal.  Can you even believe that?  Now you know how Einstein felt about the a-bomb.  But maybe, just maybe, there is some backwash with the spray, and everyone gets a douse of good will and generosity and the instinct to protect and defend the vulnerable.  Maybe goodness actually wins, and can't be misused by hucksters.  …