I was thinking about Mom. She wasn’t doing well in June, August, September. Not answering texts and phone calls. Falling a lot. Not mentally sharp.
Frank was alive and caring for her then. But a few weeks before his penultimate accident, he told Mom, “Pretty soon, I’m going to be too weak to take care of you.” Then Frank fell in October and passed away a few weeks later.
Looking back, as Mom recovers now, I can see how his decline affected Mom’s decline. I’d always believed that would happen. Their life together wasn’t sustainable. Both were aging, their health and energy declining. I discussed it with them but they wouldn’t change their ways. Change is hard. Then it’s forced on you by powers beyond your control.
Frank fell. Died. Mom went loopy. Was removed from her home and placed in a new situation. Now she’s doing better.
Lesson learned? No. Just more realization about life and change, and the creatures we are.
The triples for Munda, November 10, 2025, are 56, 68, and 49, with a side of fog. We’re into an autumnal cycle here in Ashlandia. I’ll take it over the snow I saw falling on TV in other places.
It’s same ol’, same ol all over again. Dems are capitulating in the Trump-Epstein Shutdown. Their gelatinous spines disappeared…again. So much winning. If a ‘deal’ is made. It’s only one step. But the healthcare subsidies Dems thought so important are off the table. So…what were you doing, Dems? Holding out for nothing, for pain and theater? They seem to think they can ‘hold Republicans accountable’ for the increasing costs of healthcare premiums. They’ve learned little. Cruelty is the point. Republicans are deaf, hard-headed, and cultists when it comes to Trump and matters like healthcare. Sure, FAFO moments will emerge far and wide, but most are still in their Trump bubbles and will blame the Dems. Besides, Trump is trying to bribe people with a $2000 check. That’ll earn him kudos with many, even as the economy breaks and crashes, even as more people grow sick from lack of healthcare. Just like the ‘good old days’, right? MAGA: Make America Groan Again, yeah, groan with pain, sickness, illness, disease, shortages, and poverty. We must be on the right path.
Dozy Donny sleeping as the United States crumbles. Of course, this is when the nation is safest, when he’s sleepin’ and not lying and fomenting
Will the shutdown’s end bring us to revelations about what’s in the Epstein Files. Of course not! The GOP will lie, cheat, and con to keep their glorious leader propped up and farting. You must not have been paying any attention if you’re giving that question serious weight. We’re not going to learn about that file’s contents until Trump is dead and encased in glass, on permanent display in the cold, tacky Trump Rotunda of some grossly ugly building somewhere.
How many times, I wondered about several things while perusing news. The Neurons concluded that I was asking them to play the Bob Dylan classic, “Blowin’ in the Wind” in the morning mental music. Bob asked some questions in the 1962 song.
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind