WEEKEND UPDATE
On Saturday morning, Jenn, Lauren and I headed to a newish spa in the West Bottoms called Kla Sanctuary (pronounced clay but we called it claw). We went for the bath experience and soaked in pools of various temperatures, sat in the infrared sauna and the herbal steam room. After the steam room experience, we all dunked our bodies into a pool of cold water. Then we repeated it all again. At one point we did get shushed for talking too loudly, but for the most part it was all quite heavenly to soak and do nothing but be in the presence of women I love for ninety minutes. Something I didn’t realize until Jenn brought up later in the evening, was that one of those tubs was a mineral bath. Well…that’s not true. I knew we were soaking for a really long time in a mineral bath. I just didn’t think about the minerals I was soaking in until Jenn said it was magnesium. This makes sense because I turned into a zombie at lunch and then went home and slept for an hour.
We soaked for thirty minutes basically in a bath of sleepy time tea.
While we were soaking, the Pedophile Rapist Criminal President bombed a school and killed 148 little girls. The PedoRapistCriminal is desperately and dangerously grasping at distraction straws. Because ICE agents are still out there ripping families apart and murdering people. Israel is still committing genocide of Palestinians in Gaza. The Epstein Files are still out there. The economy is not doing well and the state of Kansas, without warning, revoked all licenses issued to trans people. Starting a war is a very costly distraction and I am not just talking about financial things.
Last week, I was driving Jenn home after our evening with an astronaut and I started talking about J. Jenn stopped me and said “Wait? Who’s J?” I kind of paused and I was little surprised that I hadn’t told Jenn about J. Some of these things just feel so obvious to me, that just by knowing my face you should know about J and Chris and all of my sad history. Then I had to explain to Jenn, who was once a military wife, how my nephew, who was four years younger than me, was killed by a car bomb in Iraq in 2005. He left behind a very young wife and two little boys. Those boys are grown ups now. One of them is expecting a baby in April. This will make me a great-great aunt. I am pleased and tell people that my real age is 140 because this feels more accurate.
I can’t think about the PedoRapistCriminal’s decision to bomb Iran without thinking of how many US citizens lives he has put in danger. He’s already gotten good at ripping apart families. What’s one more thing? When I sit with my seething rage over all of this, I realize it is not the PedoRapistCriminal who I am all that angry with. He’s a horrible human being, but he’s also a nothing. He’s a zero. That’s why he pontificates the way he does. There’s no real substance to him intellectually or emotionally. It’s the people who have placed him in this position, who continue to support him, the one’s who are allowing him to get away with all of this, that gets the brunt of my rage. I am stupefied that anyone believed that he was the right answer for anything. On top of all that happened this weekend, we all went to see the Cabbage in their high school’s performance of Radium Girls which is based on a true story of white men gaslighting women about the true origins of their mysterious, deadly illness. The Cabbage was excellent. The material made me want to throw knives and wonder if we’ve made things better for young women today considering that we are a country that refuses to punish rapists and pedophiles (unless they’re poor and/or black).
Yet, we’re managing. We’re all just keeping on with things. It kind of reminds me of when Chris was sick and sewage was backing up in our basement, but I just kept trying to maintain a regular routine. You know, do all the things like work, laundry, grocery shopping, feeding the dog, all while caring for my best friend while died from a liver tumor on top of clean the literal shit out of my basement. Trust me. These actions are not sustainable. Eventually you have to give in to the urge to scream and give up a regular routine to focus on the most important things. For me, that means caring for those I love and sending aid to those who need love. Right now, this means replacing ‘tea time’ with ‘using my 5 Calls app’ and refusing to remain silent while white men continue to do terrible things.