Morning Update: 09/10/24
All I want to do right now is curl back up in bed and go to sleep. The problem is pain from both the chemo and arthritis. It kept me down yesterday and this morning isn’t feeling any better. I know a lot of people were excited to hear that Princess Kate had completed her chemo and will resume some of her royal duties. While that’s great news for her, there are still millions of people, probably people you know, who are just being diagnosed and beginning the arduous treatment of using one poison to fight another. The number of new diagnoses I’ve seen this fall is rather frightening. Patti Scialfa, Springsteen’s wife and bandmate, revealed her cancer diagnosis recently. While the survival rate for many cancers has improved tremendously over the past 20 years, the treatment isn’t any less painful.
Cancer isn’t the only killer, either. James Earl Jones, one of the greatest bass voices ever, the voice for Darth Vader and Mufasa among others, died yesterday from complications of Type 2 Diabetes. Yes, I have that one, too. If the cancer doesn’t kill me, the diabetes almost certainly will. There’s no escape. And while I might want to live every moment to its fullest, the reality is that I spend most of my days in bed, trying not to cry, being thankful for the company of pets who refuse to leave me alone.
Nothing about this getting old shit is being fun. There are no grandkids to bounce on my knee and spoil. I can’t be as involved with G and Tipper’s school as I would like. My income is too limited to go traveling, and even if it wasn’t, my body couldn’t handle it. I often wonder if I’m serving any purpose at all. I can’t take pictures. My creativity is at an all-time low. Just writing these updates every morning is a chore. The kids get in from school in the afternoon and I try to be awake and present for them, but it isn’t easy. There’s a 44-pound bag of dog food in the kitchen that needs to be dumped into the storage container. I can’t lift it by myself. What good am I to anyone?
Yes, it could be worse. Hurricane Francis is going to mess up everything between Houston and New Orleans. No one is sure yet how strong it might be when it makes landfall, but even a Category 1 storm has proven to be enough to knock out power and cause tremendous flooding.
An Israeli strike on a Gaza humanitarian zone tent camp killed at least 40 people. No matter what Palestinians do to try and stay alive, Israel’s leaders seem determined to kill every last one of them. The UN chief calls the death and destruction in Gaza the worst he’s seen. “Secretary-General António Guterres said in an interview with The Associated Press that it’s “unrealistic” to think the U.N. could play a role in Gaza’s future, either by administering the territory or providing a peacekeeping force, because Israel is unlikely to accept a U.N. role.” Israel, for its part, seems willing to negotiate short-term cease-fires, such as the one that allowed the administration of the polio vaccine, but leaders there are not interested in ending the war.
South African farmers are accused of killing 2 women and feeding them to pigs. You have to wonder how any human can be so cruel.
The Death toll from the Vietnam storm rises to 87 with 70 people missing. A typhoon blasted the country, leaving it in worse disarray than that stupid war.
A Swiss city councilor apologized for firing a gun at a Mary and Jesus poster. How the hell does anyone wrap their head around that?
If there’s any “good” news, it’s that both Google and Apple were unable to get away from the EU’s tough laws. Google will have to pay 2.4 billion Euros. Apple gets to fork over 13 billion to Ireland. If the US had any guts, the two companies, among others, would be paying out the nose here as well.
If you fly, you’ll want to know that Battery-powered devices are overheating more often on planes and raising alarm. The biggest culprit: vapes. Anything with a lithium battery can potentially overheat. If that device happens to be in checked baggage, which is illegal but still happens, the resulting fire may not be caught until it’s too large for immediate suppression.
SpaceX finally launched that billionaire and his crew into space. I’ll still be surprised if their spacewalk goes off without a hitch.
And yeah, that debate is tonight. I’m not watching. The only outcome that’s going to please me is if VP Harris literally devours the Orange Felon right there in front of everyone. I’m good with catching the highlight reel in the morning.
No, I’m not in a good mood this morning. There’s no reason for me to be in a good mood. I’m sick and tired of all the pain and I want a box of fresh apple fritters. And Frank has figured out how to close all my open windows. He’s done it twice this morning, so far. The temptation to say, “Fuck everything,” is really strong.
I’ll stick with my coffee, for now. I’m not making any promises about later, though.
Morning Update: 09/11/24
There are days when I’m not sure how to react to things happening around me. Yesterday was one of those days. I was sitting outside while the dogs ran around when I heard a sound that could have been gunfire. It also could have been someone nailing down a piece of tin. Whatever it was, I was too far away to be certain. Kat threw up yesterday and was running a fever. She took a COVID test because she’s been around people who’ve had it. At first, it appeared that the test was negative, but there was the faintest pink line. Do we respond as if she’s positive or not? She’ll take another test this morning.
The real stumper came with a text from one of Tipper’s teachers. She expressed concern over Tipper’s grades and then related an instance from yesterday afternoon where the child refused to complete an assignment, telling the teacher, “Yeah, that’s stupid, I’m not doing it.” I can’t imagine ever talking back to a teacher like that! I would have gotten my backside blistered so bad I wouldn’t have been able to sit down for a week! But we know corporal punishment like that doesn’t work, especially with kids on the autism spectrum. So, how do we tackle this one in a way that fits the crime?
Fortunately, I had plenty of time to think this one through before she got home. I started by taking her phone, which I know stung because her new phone case had just been delivered that morning. Then, we talked. She detailed the issues she’s having in some of her classes. Teachers using video as an instructional tool is apparently a problem. We talked about having respect for teachers and not questioning basic assignments. Then, she sat next to me while she sent emails to the affected teachers, background copying me on each so that I would have a record. Those included apologizing for refusing to do assignments.
I’m still debating whether I need to make a trip to the school. I don’t want the teachers to think that we’re dismissing their concerns. At the same time, if she’s raising issues and they’re not being addressed, we need to make sure the right people are listening. The school makes it quite easy for me to check her grades on a daily basis. I’ve told her that I need to see some improvement within the next week. Otherwise, more privileges will be revoked.
I’m still not convinced I’m handling this the right way.
Then, at the darling hour of 4:00 AM this morning, Hamilton decides that he needs to go outside. Now. I really wanted to ignore him, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. Reluctantly, I got dressed and took both dogs outside. Now, they’re both back asleep and here I sit, talking to Frankie, the smashed-face wheezer kitty, questioning everything, and wondering if I’m missing anything important.
Most pundits and “debate experts” are saying that VP Harris “won” last night’s debate, hands down. In the clips I’ve seen, the Orange Felon looked confused, out of place, and too damn old. Kamala Harris, the prosecutor, took charge, challenged the lies, and scared the Felon so badly that he immediately walked into the spin room after the debate, something only losers ever do. For Harris, the moments after the debate brought the much-anticipated endorsement of Taylor Swift. That could bring hundreds of thousands of young voters to the polls. However, those coveted “undecided” voters are not convinced yet. I’m not sure how anyone can be undecided at this point. The choices are miles apart. Fact checking what each candidate said last night might help.
The death toll in Vietnam is now over 150. Small towns have been washed away by the flood waters. Hanoi hasn’t looked this bad since 1956. Until the waters go down, however, it is almost impossible to get help into the area.
There was another school shooting yesterday. This time in Nebraska. No one was killed but a student is in critical condition. Interesting how that story is so far down the damn page.
A decline in beer sales is effecting barley farmers. Maybe that’s a sign that those big beer brands need to make better beer.
The billionaire Jared Isaacman and his crew traveled to altitudes not visited by any astronaut since the Apollo moon missions of the 1960s and ’70s. I still think this is a vanity flight and I don’t expect it to end well. Let’s hope I’m wrong.
Of course, today is the 23rd anniversary of the 9/11 disaster. I tend to look at the New York Times for a clue as to how the events are being commemorated. This year, though, it’s a page 3 story. Many other news outlets don’t mention it at all. So much for “never forget.”
My head is swimming. Frankie just stuck his face in my half-empty coffee mug.
I think I just need to go back to bed.
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