Confession Tuesday - exhausting edition

Dear Reader:

Follow me quickly to the confessional...

It's Been three weeks since my last confession. Three exhausting weeks. You may well feel the same dear reader because it is our president that  has been so exhausting. 

I confess, I don't consider him mine. You may feel the same because many have told me the same. But he just wears me out.  I heard someone on the radio say that "They like him he has so much energy. He gets things done." Yes, but they are things I would never do. They are things that do not need to be done, A good many of them are of questionable legal consequence. 

It's times like these that I go into resistance mood. I write poems about the bad things that are going on. About those in anguish. About people deported, about people in Ukraine that continue to be brutalized by Russia and those in war torn Gaza that have returned home to find neighborhoods in rubble. Of children with too little to eat, and still in danger of war. 

About people who have lived and garmed in the West Bank for years. Generations even. And how they are met with brutality from Israelis that are trying to force them out of their homes and farms. 

I confess that I am sad and angry at the same time.  It is not a good place to be and I know I am not along.

I have started back to school with a new class this semester and I therefore have to share my writing time with assignments. I confess this makes my evenings and weekends difficult.  But I shall carry on. 

I confess that I say a lot of prayers daily for the workers Trump has fired - in most cases without good cause. 

I confess I do not have kind thoughts about Trump or Musk. I do not wish them well, and I hope they will come to see the harm they have done. I confess that I am not holding my breath that that will happen.

I confess that I got my oil changes since my last confession. I am quite proud of myself.

I confess I need a haircut.

I confess I need to buy new shoes. It is so hard for me to find shoes in a narrow width that fit. The same shoe and style I have been getting from Rockport for some time apparently is not available. They are similar, but not in my size now. Going to have to do a deeper search.

Driving along this past week I have an awesome idea for a series of poems that were themed, and I had a title for them.  I confess I have been racking my brains out to remember the idea again. Still hopeful it will come to me. 

That's all dear reader, until next confession. 

Stay safe. 

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