Temporary Housewife

Now that I got all of my angsty rage out, I feel better.  Sorry about that. Not me feeling better about it, but rather the need to vent about anything else other than the boredom in my life.   But hey, my blog, right?  Right! Back to ennui inspired stuff!  Look! I've: 1. Fixed the chair that the dumb movers broke. 2.  Made homemade calzones and chocolate chip cookies.  AT THE SAME TIME.  WHAT. 3. Painted my kitchen! 4.  Nearly finished a scarf for G. 5.  Used the word "ennui" in a blog post. And it's only midday on Wednesday. W atch out world.  I'm making a run for tomatoes soon and I'm going to ROCK IT.

Then f*** off. Especially on this day of all days. When thoughts and prayers are the only thing that the American people had in the face of such tragedy. When I had to watch from hundreds of miles away while my fellow Americans burned, thoughts and prayers were all I had. The thoughts and prayers are what people send on days of tragedy when things are happening around the world and there's absolutely nothing that you can do in that moment, all you have is a thought and a prayer. It's empathy, folks. It's a "sorry for your loss", when you can't be with your friend when they lose their dog or Mom or child. It's when you can't give a sick friend or family member chicken noodle soup when they are sick. Thoughts and prayers are not the absence of compassion and financial support and help. It is the verbalization of "hey, I'm here for you in every way that I can be."  And you send flowers or food or money along with your thoughts and prayer