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We’ve started the process of looking for a smaller house somewhere closer to the farm and preferably in a small town. I was clicking through the pics of a home built in 1916 when this one totally got me.
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being aware that your behavior is shaped by childhood experiences is so cringe every time i notice it im like ooo look at her can't even get over what someone told him when she was 7. grow up
https://www.homes.com/property/9224-maggie-robinson-rd-waxhaw-nc/ztbfjmr4k601r/
This is the creepiest house ever!!! What is that last picture? Where you end up after running away from the psycho who built this place and realize you are done for??
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Also, anyone who is actually a licensed doctor or nurse spreading misinformation should be charged with fraud.
If you are contradicting your medical training, but using your medical credentials as support of your position, then you are committing fraud.
if the doctors i have dealt with as an adult were all assessed for their licensure on the basis of their ability to "evaluate evidence" relevant to their field of practice they would all without exception be out on the street. nurses ought to be wearing masks, but do not labour under the misapprehension that antimaskers are distant outliers in their inability to fairly and evenhandedly take stock of medical literature that has not yet been distilled for them by the lowest common denominator of some political maneuvering best practices committee 10yrs ago
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totally
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Happy Breakfast Club Detention Day!
Heavy feelings for too much of the last week. Needed a pick me up.
Out at the farm. Overcast. I have never been in such darkness. This city girl has major adjustments ahead.
Thank you all for such love and support with the death of Bailey. I’m still hurting but I know he has relief.
Yesterday, our sweetest boy ever, Bailey, took a sudden and drastic turn for the worse. One minute he was fine and then boom. We took him to the new emergency vet near us. As they prepared his IV catheter, we fed him Hersey’s chocolate kisses they provided. He had never had chocolate and we could tell that was the best parting food ever.
For the past 10 or so days, every time I walked down the hall past the stairs, out of the corner of my eye I was sure an animal was sitting on the middle landing looking down. Each time I turned to see who it was and nothing was there. Weirdly, I would totally forget about it and be just as surprised each and every time.
When we came home last night with swollen eyes, I walked past the stairs and stopped. I had not seen anything and the space was void of energy. Then it hit me that the animal I had been seeing was Lucy, Bob’s deceased dog who was Bailey’s girlfriend. Take it however you feel inclined, but I know she had been waiting for him.
Rest in peace, our sweetest Bailey.
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I’m exploring another career. Going from being a trauma nurse to handling COVID with employees provided the opportunity to work from home. The job is changing now because no one gives af about COVID. (Have you read the research on what it does to your body??) I can’t stand the new job role.
I think in 5 or 6 months I will have a new online business. Nothing like a job change at this age. And no, I can’t go back to the ER. I’ve lost that drive. Throw a trauma patient at me now and all you will hear is “for fuck’s sake”
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Anonymous asked:
Dearest JJJ, Do you have a favorite Led Zeppelin lyric? One that you particularly hold dear? ❤️ Yours truly, Anon
Hello dear anon. What a fascinating question.
Despite people's jokes about Led Zeppelin not being a lyrics band (including beloved JPJ), obviously the lyrics matter a whole lot. Otherwise they wouldn't be the band they are and I have to give Robert a lot of credit for a great deal of beautiful lyricism.
For some reason, though, despite much of his imagistic, vivid lyrics, it is always the droll, wry ones that strike me.
'Ten Years Gone' is lyrically one of the most beautiful songs and contains possibly my favorite Zeppelin lyric that I have featured in the title of my blog:
"Changes fill my time."
So simple, direct. Universally true. And yet incredibly poignant. It unlocks something in me. I know what each word means, I know what they mean together, but this distillation of what it means to be alive, a constancy of change upon change that builds up over years and years and that is life, this strikes me more than any other lyric in the Zeppelin catalog.
A close second is in beloved 'Stairway To Heaven': "There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure/'Cause you know sometimes words have two meaning". This serves a similar feeling to "Changes fill my time." It is a truth, a relatable thing, and yet makes me go, "Oh." I see myself there so profoundly that I often am reduced to tears.
thank you anon, this was a lovely jaunt to go on 🥰
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Imagine if you met someone who can't eat watermelon. Not that they're allergic or unable somehow, but they just haven't figured out how to do that. So you're like "what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon."
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
"It's red on the inside?"
Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.
"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can't do something after being repeatedly told to "just do it", there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
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Christian Schloe Portrait of a Heart
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the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
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January was a tough year but we made it