Friday, August 28, 2020

Poem for Friday and I Want To Be a Cat

Luck is not chance
By Emily Dickinson

Luck is not chance —
It’s Toil —
Fortune’s expensive smile
Is earned —
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
We spurned —

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Yeah, I got nothing. I mean, I have things to say but other people are saying them better and I'm too tired to figure out whether hashtags can be a solution when they've also been so much of the problem. I read and watched more news than was good for my mental health, but many people have it so much worse right now that I couldn't look away and then I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

By evening I needed a distraction, so we took a walk and after dinner we watched Jumanji: The Next Level, which I liked better than Welcome to the Jungle but couldn't pass a quiz about; I enjoyed the body-swapping but the men still get more interesting, less typical things to do than the women. Here's the sort of day -- well, week -- well, life -- that Daisy has been having:

2020-08-16 widecat

2020-08-20 21.39.38

2020-08-21 14.37.42

2020-08-25 17.20.58

2020-08-14 21.31.55

2020-08-13 14.27.10

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