Also, my friend's soon-to-be-a-mom mare has started to develop her bag! Next, her teats will wax up and her colostrum will come in. We're so close now! I'm so ready to jump in my car to watch The Gross Miracle of Equine Life occur (it will likely occur at like 2am and we'll find out the next morning, V is a very private and protective mare). I will take a thousand pics and videos for you.
(I am also in the course of taking on a new Pandemic Circumstances "Just...come get him" Horse myself who needs a forever home, because I am the world's biggest sucker, but I will keep that info close to my chest until he's safely on my friend's property. He is missing a front tooth and green as grass but a good, good lad with a kind heart and desperately in need of consistent work and some hill work to build up his top line.)
It's hard to find a place to surrender horses that isn't a meat buyer if you lose your job and we're going to see a lot of abandoned horses around these parts.
We're just so desert-y around here, you can't toss them out to fend for themselves. Domesticated horses made one hell of a bargain by helping us build modern society, one of which is "I...really need you to feed me, guys".
Trying to find the goodness in people, I prefer to think the "address me by my husband's rank" bumper sticker is a clever joke. The rank shown is Petty Officer Second Class so claiming your spouses rank is both petty and second class. Also a real Navy sleeve rank should include their rating insignia or it did decades ago when I was in. :) All these years later I still refuse to wear white thanks to trying to keep my Navy uniforms clean.
I would love nothing more today than to smoke some weed with Grandma Peggy around a record player and listen to her talk about why she loves the things that she loves and have a good healing cry.
And Nicky, be gentle with yourself today. We love you.
Just missed my kid’s only Zoom for two weeks with his desperately-missed classmates because I forgot what day it is. I fixed it by crying in my bedroom so he wouldn’t find out.
Dear Grandma Peggy, you don't know me and I don't know you, but we both know Nicole and the fact that she considers you a positive influence in a life well lived tells me all that I need to know. You are clearly a special person to have had impact on another special person and we all appreciate the woman you helped to bring into all of our lives. You are all a gift to us during these hard times!
Monica Lewinsky is a fucking queen and I will never forgive anyone who trashed her. She was 22 and a man (THE PRESIDENT!) 27 years her senior behaved massively inappropriately towards her. She just kept living her damn life, the best way she could, and she's great.
Best comment I saw yesterday on her thread was to somebody saying "I wouldn't be this nice to somebody that ruined my life" and somebody else said "Monica refused to let it ruin her life and that's why she is amazing. "
There is a huge lesson there for a lot of folks, but especially me.
I wrote this yesterday, as I was thinking about John Prine:
When some famous people die, it is as if a city is suddenly gone. The skyline of their fame and recognition is forever altered by their death, but for you, personally, it is almost too big to grasp. They weren't a person to you, they were an icon, unknowable, at a remove.
John Prine's death wasn't like that. He's the empty chair at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee going cold and a cigarette turning itself to ash in the ashtray. He was famous, sure, but his songs were always intimate. Listening to him was like catching up with an old friend. Your interests might have changed, you might be in different places, but there was always room at that table, always a cup of coffee, or a beer, and time to hear a story and laugh at an old joke retold.
I think that is one reason his death felt like such a blow.
Thank you for featuring my darling Calliope. To Grandma Peggy— Anyone who is loved by Nicole, who helped make her the person she is, is a true gem and deserves all the best.
Grandma Peggy, things are so stupid and shitty right now, but YOU are so good. I wish we could all share a bowl and a massive group hug. I am so sorry you're grieving and that you have to do it alone. I am holding you in my heart.
A friend of mine--a man I'd worked for once as a young teenager, who was so kind to me during a really awful time in my life--was a folk singer. He was the one who played my first John Prine song, though I couldn't tell you now, more than 2 decades removed, which song it was. He died a few years ago, very suddenly, very shortly after we'd gotten back in touch.
He wrote this song about grief, and if it's maybe not perfectly applicable, it might still be a cathartic listen for someone:
A million hours later, I suddenly have a feeling like I linked the wrong song. Totally did. The one I meant to link doesn't appear to be available online, sadly. Oh well.
Nicky, are you okay? I mean, you know, while generously allowing for *waves hand*. You seem a lil wrung out. Which is understandable, obv, but check in with us. And take care of yourself. You really do give a lot and put yourself out there a ton.
That's fair, you just put yourself out there a ton and want to help all the people and I worry about you sometimes. Especially when *waves hand around*
Grandma Peggy! You are so strong. Even when you don’t feel like it, you are doing amazing, the best you can, and everyone around you appreciates it. Little children adore you, and adults admire you. You make all of them feel loved. You are the kind of thoughtful, principled person that John Prine wrote for and about, and I am so sorry that we lost him at this time. I hope I grow up to be like you someday. There are going to be so many marvelous parties when this is over, but I have a feeling that whatever party you are at will be one of the very best.
Grandma Peggy, I adore the stories Nicole shares about you. You are a badass, strong woman who seems like great company and you mean so much to your granddaughter and her family. How wonderful! You are wonderful. Hang in there. We can all be sad together; we need that sometimes.
I had to read "d*ing" several times before concluding that it must mean "dying." Does this kind of thing help anybody? I get it when it's a person's name and you don't want to show up in searches, or something like that, but I don't really see how someone with a trigger around death is safer with that asterisk than without it, and this seems harder to blacklist.
I don't think it helps, I think it's being used sarcastically - in this case, celebrities aren't talking about how people are dying but being too scared to say it outright, and I think it's a joke about that?
I agree with you, though. I don't think it helps. I have triggers of my own and have had to beg friends to not star out a letter, even when they're making jokes, because blacklists don't catch asterisks.
Somehow I had never heard of John Prine before this week, so I fully count myself in the "whole new generation finding him due to the tributes". It's very strange to discover a great musician immediately after they die.
Lin-Manuel gave me his email addy when I left Twitter and I have not abused it! I WANT CREDIT FOR NOT BUGGING LIN!
Also, my friend's soon-to-be-a-mom mare has started to develop her bag! Next, her teats will wax up and her colostrum will come in. We're so close now! I'm so ready to jump in my car to watch The Gross Miracle of Equine Life occur (it will likely occur at like 2am and we'll find out the next morning, V is a very private and protective mare). I will take a thousand pics and videos for you.
(I am also in the course of taking on a new Pandemic Circumstances "Just...come get him" Horse myself who needs a forever home, because I am the world's biggest sucker, but I will keep that info close to my chest until he's safely on my friend's property. He is missing a front tooth and green as grass but a good, good lad with a kind heart and desperately in need of consistent work and some hill work to build up his top line.)
It's hard to find a place to surrender horses that isn't a meat buyer if you lose your job and we're going to see a lot of abandoned horses around these parts.
We're just so desert-y around here, you can't toss them out to fend for themselves. Domesticated horses made one hell of a bargain by helping us build modern society, one of which is "I...really need you to feed me, guys".
I keep worrying about all of the horses about to be surrendered or abandoned due to the unfolding economic catastrophe.
Trying to find the goodness in people, I prefer to think the "address me by my husband's rank" bumper sticker is a clever joke. The rank shown is Petty Officer Second Class so claiming your spouses rank is both petty and second class. Also a real Navy sleeve rank should include their rating insignia or it did decades ago when I was in. :) All these years later I still refuse to wear white thanks to trying to keep my Navy uniforms clean.
Hugs to Grandma Peggy!
I LOVE THAT.
Oh thanks for translating! That is fantastic.
I would love nothing more today than to smoke some weed with Grandma Peggy around a record player and listen to her talk about why she loves the things that she loves and have a good healing cry.
And Nicky, be gentle with yourself today. We love you.
Just missed my kid’s only Zoom for two weeks with his desperately-missed classmates because I forgot what day it is. I fixed it by crying in my bedroom so he wouldn’t find out.
a big, big hug to you! Wishing you grace and a lot of gentleness right now.
Thank you so much. It’s always hard when you feel like you’ve let your kids down. Everything is just so especially fraught right now.
You are doing your very best. And just in case you couldn't hear it the first time: you are doing your very best.
I think we all need a some Nice Time, yes?
I did it, y’all! I submitted an application to adopt a greyhound!
I cannot even watch a 30 minute TV show during quarantine, but somehow I am now going to find a way to watch Endgame (AGAIN) because of these posts.
Monica Lewinsky might have won Holy Week and I don't even know if she's Christian. https://twitter.com/MonicaLewinsky/status/1247943682088525825?s=20
Dear Grandma Peggy, you don't know me and I don't know you, but we both know Nicole and the fact that she considers you a positive influence in a life well lived tells me all that I need to know. You are clearly a special person to have had impact on another special person and we all appreciate the woman you helped to bring into all of our lives. You are all a gift to us during these hard times!
Monica Lewinsky is a fucking queen and I will never forgive anyone who trashed her. She was 22 and a man (THE PRESIDENT!) 27 years her senior behaved massively inappropriately towards her. She just kept living her damn life, the best way she could, and she's great.
Best comment I saw yesterday on her thread was to somebody saying "I wouldn't be this nice to somebody that ruined my life" and somebody else said "Monica refused to let it ruin her life and that's why she is amazing. "
There is a huge lesson there for a lot of folks, but especially me.
I wrote this yesterday, as I was thinking about John Prine:
When some famous people die, it is as if a city is suddenly gone. The skyline of their fame and recognition is forever altered by their death, but for you, personally, it is almost too big to grasp. They weren't a person to you, they were an icon, unknowable, at a remove.
John Prine's death wasn't like that. He's the empty chair at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee going cold and a cigarette turning itself to ash in the ashtray. He was famous, sure, but his songs were always intimate. Listening to him was like catching up with an old friend. Your interests might have changed, you might be in different places, but there was always room at that table, always a cup of coffee, or a beer, and time to hear a story and laugh at an old joke retold.
I think that is one reason his death felt like such a blow.
Thank you for featuring my darling Calliope. To Grandma Peggy— Anyone who is loved by Nicole, who helped make her the person she is, is a true gem and deserves all the best.
Grandma Peggy, things are so stupid and shitty right now, but YOU are so good. I wish we could all share a bowl and a massive group hug. I am so sorry you're grieving and that you have to do it alone. I am holding you in my heart.
A friend of mine--a man I'd worked for once as a young teenager, who was so kind to me during a really awful time in my life--was a folk singer. He was the one who played my first John Prine song, though I couldn't tell you now, more than 2 decades removed, which song it was. He died a few years ago, very suddenly, very shortly after we'd gotten back in touch.
He wrote this song about grief, and if it's maybe not perfectly applicable, it might still be a cathartic listen for someone:
https://youtu.be/tW4CGQldexQ
A million hours later, I suddenly have a feeling like I linked the wrong song. Totally did. The one I meant to link doesn't appear to be available online, sadly. Oh well.
Nicky, are you okay? I mean, you know, while generously allowing for *waves hand*. You seem a lil wrung out. Which is understandable, obv, but check in with us. And take care of yourself. You really do give a lot and put yourself out there a ton.
Hi Grandma Peggy!
Hi buddy! I'm okay, it's just so hard not to be able to hug people you love who are grieving.
That's fair, you just put yourself out there a ton and want to help all the people and I worry about you sometimes. Especially when *waves hand around*
I appreciate being worried about! It's very nice.
Grandma Peggy! You are so strong. Even when you don’t feel like it, you are doing amazing, the best you can, and everyone around you appreciates it. Little children adore you, and adults admire you. You make all of them feel loved. You are the kind of thoughtful, principled person that John Prine wrote for and about, and I am so sorry that we lost him at this time. I hope I grow up to be like you someday. There are going to be so many marvelous parties when this is over, but I have a feeling that whatever party you are at will be one of the very best.
Grandma Peggy, I adore the stories Nicole shares about you. You are a badass, strong woman who seems like great company and you mean so much to your granddaughter and her family. How wonderful! You are wonderful. Hang in there. We can all be sad together; we need that sometimes.
hey Grandma Peggy, thanks for simply being a GOAT grandma, much love to you
I had to read "d*ing" several times before concluding that it must mean "dying." Does this kind of thing help anybody? I get it when it's a person's name and you don't want to show up in searches, or something like that, but I don't really see how someone with a trigger around death is safer with that asterisk than without it, and this seems harder to blacklist.
I don't think it helps, I think it's being used sarcastically - in this case, celebrities aren't talking about how people are dying but being too scared to say it outright, and I think it's a joke about that?
I agree with you, though. I don't think it helps. I have triggers of my own and have had to beg friends to not star out a letter, even when they're making jokes, because blacklists don't catch asterisks.
Somehow I had never heard of John Prine before this week, so I fully count myself in the "whole new generation finding him due to the tributes". It's very strange to discover a great musician immediately after they die.
Hugs to Grandma Peggy, we all love Grandma Peggy