The Stress Is Back

 It's back.

The fear. The stress. The worry. The chaos.

I thought, I hoped, I prayed, that once the former president lost the 2020 election we would be rid of him. Of his negativity. His hatred. His inane ramblings. His insults. His sucking up to the world's dictators. His incessant lies. His clapping for himself. His clenched fist in the air.

But no, he's back and doing everything in his power to regain the presidency. That so many Americans support this megalomaniac, this sick, twisted, broken, mentally ill person is mind boggling. He is facing 91 felonies in four different jurisdictions. He has been convicted of sexual abuse in one case and accused in several more. He promises to be a dictator from his first day in office. He has vowed vengeance and retribution on those he views as his enemies, which in reality means anybody who fails to praise him .

He openly admires dictators and he reportedly keeps a copy of Hitler's book Mein Kampf on his bedside table. Whether he can actually read is up for debate. He promises to use the FBI and the Department of Justice to bring charges against those he perceives as enemies. 

He is so pathetic that he has fallen asleep during the so-called hush money trials. Not one of his family members has shown up to support him in court. He constantly portrays himself as the victim, proclaiming that he is treated unfairly and is the victim of a witch hunt.

My stress levels are soaring. I refuse to listen to his droning babble. I know I should simply refuse to watch the news. But I spent my career working with members of the news media. I am interested in current events both at home and internationally. So it's a struggle to stay away from the news.

He offers nothing to this country aside from chaos, lies, anger, racism and misogyny.

He needs to go away, permanently. 

Earth Day 2024

Every year on April 22, we in the United States and 174 other countries celebrate Earth Day.

This year doesn't feel like much of a celebration, but rather, an urgent wake-up call. Our home planet, our Earth, is in big trouble The Earth is sick mostly due to human overpopulation and practices.

Global warming has resulted in devastating droughts in some places and record rainfall and snowfall in others. Glaciers are melting and sea levels rising. Oceans are warming. More species are threatened with extinction. Climate change is resulting in an increasing number of people leaving their countries due to failing food production and poverty.

We as individuals cannot stop or reverse climate change. But we can do something.

The Farmer’s Almanac suggests the following 10 things you can do on Earth Day to help our planet:

• Support the bees by planting pollinator-friendly plants
• Pick up the trash in your neighborhood
• Go to a park and explore nature
• Plant a tree
• Plant wildflowers and plants native to where you live
• Reduce, reuse and recycle
• Stop using chemicals in the garden
• Conserve water and practice mindful use of water
• Think about your diet and prevent the wasting of food
•  Get your friends, family and kids involved.

Here are a few things I do to help our planet.

• Make changes to your daily habits.
• I keep reusable shopping bags in my car so I don't have to use flimsy, single-use bags.

• I limit my showers to 10 minutes.
• I turn off lights when I leave a room.
• I recently traded my car (which got 31 mpg) for a hybrid vehicle that around town get 55 mpg.
• I recycle everything that is recyclable where I live.
• I set my thermostat to 56 degrees F at night during the winter.
• My sprinklers are set to run early in the morning to avoid evaporation.
• I refuse to buy anything made from any endangered species.
• I try to avoid any food product that includes palm oil.
• I donate or give away things I no longer want or need to keep them out of the landfill. I recently jointed my local Buy Nothing group and have found new homes for an ironing board and iron, stationery and other items.
• I switched from plastic to bamboo toothbrushes.
• I stopped buying liquid laundry detergent  and now use detergent sheets that dissolve in water. No more plastic detergent bottles.
• I now use bar soap rather than shower gel in plastic bottles.
• I bought a razor with replaceable blades rather than tossing disposable plastic razors into the landfill.

Big business and governments, as the largest creators of pollution and users of fossil fuels, must step up. It will take all of us working together to save our planet.

Sweet Anabelle

Anabelle was a dog, a pit bull, a fighter.

Yes, she was a fighter, but not in the way you most likely thought when you read the words pit bull and fighter in a single sentence. 

Anabelle was fighter just to survive the abuse she endured at the hands of a human. She fought bravely against the diseases that took her life just a day ago. She suffered from pancreatitis, probably bone cancer and a variety of other life-threatening problems. She remained a fighter to the end.

Anabelle was a bait dog, with her teeth filed down so she couldn't fight back against the dogs who used her as bait in their training. Her body was covered in scars. Her wrists were broken, likely on purpose. A back leg was broken. She was most probably used to breed litters of puppies. And then she was dumped, left to die in a remote area of North Carolina. Obviously she was dumped someplace where no one was likely to find her. She was left to die, alone, frightened and in pain. I broke my wrist in a fall 8 years ago. It was incredibly painful, and human wrists are not weight-bearing as are a dog's wrists.

Anabelle was rescued and adopted by a loving family that eventually added two more special needs dogs to their family. All three dogs receive endless love and patience in their new family. 

Annabelle was so terrified, so shut down, that she spent the first part of her life after adoption hiding, cowering behind furniture or behind the toilet. She wouldn’t even look at people. But gradually, she came to understand that these people, the people who adopted her, would not hurt her. 

Surgery helped Anabelle, but walking was still a challenge for her. When she needed to go a distance, her mom pushed Anabelle around in a stroller. Despite her difficulties, Anabelle remained sweet and loving. She loved to play with Boone and Crew, her disabled brothers. All she wanted was to be loved.

What I will remember most about Anabelle was her playing with her plastic bucket. She used her muzzle to push it along the grass, running after it and pushing it again and again. She also was usually photographed while wearing a pretty bandana, many of them sent by her fans.

Anabelle's early torment left her with injuries both visible and invisible. Changes in her environment frightened her, but she was, as I noted above, a fighter. She gradually overcame many of her fears. Despite her torture and abuse at the hands of humans, if I may use that word loosely, she loved meeting new people. Her human mom took her to schools to help teach children that just because a dog, or a person, is different doesn't make them less deserving of love.

I never got a chance to meet Anabelle in person, but I followed her online adventures each day with great anticipation.

Anabelle is now at peace, free of pain and able to run and chase buckets as much as she wants. She doesn't need to fight anymore.

Be at peace, sweet Anabelle.