I’m Gramma in this situation, and I’m not much of a talker. It drives me nuts that i can’t finish a sentence because he’s interrupting and responding to it before I complete my thought. Or his response is on a totally different topic, obviously not hearing a word. Ahh…communication, why does it have to be so hard with spouses?
Both of my parents died at age 72. I tried not to let it bother me as i approached the year i would turn 72 (last year) . The day before New Year’s Eve i thought for sure i was having a heart attack…it was an anxiety attack and the doctor said I was perfectly healthy. I’m 73 now and anxiety is still hiding behind every hot flash.
Me, too. Grateful I didn’t bring any kids into this. But it’s a hollow gratitude. Aren’t all kids my kids? My heart aches for them. The tear on the Indian’s cheek…i feel it. Brilliant avatar, Mr. Elliott
In other words…why are there seemingly more prolific protests against masks (designed to save lives) than there are protests against assault weapons. I can’t understand that.
Is it just me but isn’t the point of this cartoon that kids are (understandably) worrying about getting violently shot to death by just going to school? Having to wear a mask compared to being in a school shooting…can we please do something about guns in this country?
More reprehensible are the dog poop-filled plastic bags dropped on the sidewalks and streets. What is the thinking behind that? And I’m talking about a neighborhood by the ocean. Where do these offenders think these bags will end up?
Why is it called a “trial” when the jurors are conflicted (or not at all conflicted but set in stone)? Shouldn’t there be a real trial when it comes to this most egregious crime? I just don’t understand.
Code of conduct….without any teeth, only meant to appease the commoners. Why else was it approved by ALL of them?