Christmas Letter

I made mom's Danish rice and ate six plus cups in two days. It wasn't perfect but it was close enough. Next on the agenda is to try crockpot stuffing. I have not left the apartment since November 12th when I went to Dr. Dibble's. I ordered delivery of whiskey, pet food, Zehrs in the meantime and watched the snow fall. I moved furniture around in apartment...a sign of depression...my excuse was reduce hidey holes for Ashley. Made appointment for Georgian Carpet to come in and clean on Friday 13th which means I have to do a thorough cleaning and vacuum the day before. Ash is okay...knock on wood. This has been an interesting year for repairs and replacements around the apartment...a sense of accomplishment. Everyone is still alive and mostly well. Dave, after his close brush with death, is on the wagon and doing well which makes Wendy's life so much better. Wendy is still a lousy correspondent and continues to disappoint me. Brandon is finally using CBD oil and finding it helps significantly with the pain. Ashley is also still alive thanks to CBD oil. Lena is still in her house after an assessment agreed she still has her marbles and is entitled to make her own decisions..she will be 101 in February. Rosie, my neighbour, had a heart attack but has bounced back nicely. Her partner looks worse than she does. No change in Ken's life. Bea is still active and moaning about Doug and Kenny and Codi dying. I don't recall driving people crazy talking about my mother's death or Beaugi's. Somehow you know they get bloody tired of your wallowing. This is not to say that she shouldn't wallow but god help me if she starts another damned conversation with how low she is feeling because of Kenny and Doug and Codi and oh god John had to go to China and she worried the entire time and Dougie lives in PEI and so far away and doesn't call enough and Lori treats her badly and Ethel is losing it and she is so tired of people repeating themselves...WHY THE HELL CAN'T SHE HEAR HERSELF. Part of my self-imposed hibernation is avoiding Bea. Rant over. Snowing...winter started in October and hasn't let up but it looks pretty. John sent money to Ken and Brandon and I sent Brandon's money to Ken...told John so. He still is holding aloof since I told him a few home truths. I should call June and Bonnie. I mailed half my Christmas cards yesterday...now procrastinating over the rest. I might just make my Goodread's challenge of 365 books this year but I damned well better not do it again next year. My tree went up on December 1 and I plugged it in and lights didn't work. I futzed around and flicked a switch (that I have been thinking for years was for the bathroom fan) and lo...there was light. Turns out the switch controls the outlet behind Mom's kitchen dresser...something new...now I can actually plug in a lamp and use it on that thing or the heating fan that I found for free in parking garage after I bought two for myself this month. Television has been off since March and I don't miss it. I do watch a lot of YouTube and, of course, I am reading a lot. I got new Goodreads programme Library Thing and screwed up and got my books entered twice so spent half a year deleting the duplicates when THEY DID IT AGAIN and I have to redo ALL THAT WORK. Oh well, it keeps me off the streets. I weighed in at 238.5 this morning when I fully expected 245.0 I am finding it hard to believe and am wondering if the scale is broken. Afraid to get back on and make sure...I will wait till next week. Meanwhile, I will get back on diet and work harder at not blowing it this Christmas. Wendy will not be sending cookies (sob). Alcohol gives me such pains in my leg that I will likely be able to resist temptation. If I gain, I get discouraged and pig. If I lose, I get encouraged and have the incentive to stay on diet. I feel a bit weird and off balance this year like unconsciously I am more aware of changes both good and bad...a bit like deja vu or one of those moments when time slips sideways and you feel like you missed something.

Impeachment

Question: If the Democrats, like the rest of us, believe that Mitch McConnell will hold a fake, show trial and acquit Trump, why not put everything into the impeachment...ten or twenty articles of impeachment and impeach him on however many they can get voted on..leaving the rest ON RECORD. Let McConnell have his day of obstruction and outright lawlessness and then have the entire articles of impeachment document printed and posted online and sold in bookstores and exposed over and over and over until and maybe this time the famous 'trickle down' will reach people and Trump and Pence will be voted out of office in November. Because - truth to tell...no one wants Pence sitting in that chair in the White House so they are not screaming very loud about what McConnell has planned for the trial. We just have to get through one more year. I wonder how many of those people on food stamps voted for Trump...how many of those farmers who are losing their farms voted for Trump...how many of those coal miners with black lung who have been given the bums rush voted for Trump. He is burning people at a rate that is beyond belief and somehow, some way karma has to happen.