TV personalities and magazine writers will tell you that the key to a good french onion soup is the beef stock. This is utter nonsense. The key is that the liquid should have more wine, brandy, and in today's case also sherry, than seems remotely sane to anyone not currently in their freshman year of college.
I'm not stockpiling food (I mean, canning for next year, but that's different and yet I'm conflating them anyway). Not buying guns or building a shack. Just planting fruit trees and thinking about how I'd deal with particular shortages. Like, what do I do without prescription painkillers that keep me from killing myself if supplies of obscure meds are iffy? And that seems simultaneously insane yet responsible?
just reminded me that with Kid 1 entering 2nd grade, I have roughly 8 years to convince Saint Paul Public Schools that they should replace "To Kill a Mockingbird" with "Kindred" and "Huck Finn" and/or "Tom Sawyer" with literally anything by a black author. A grocery list would suffice.
Severe mental health
Reading Louise Erdrich's "Future Home of the Living God" right now, and one character writes a daily reason for not killing himself. My pain has been pretty bad and it's affecting a lot of things, so here's mine for today. I FINALLY GOT A MFing CARDINAL at my feeder! I've been trying for months and this makes me inordinately giddy.
Health issues, disability
I love that so many of my fellow crips are able to feel confident with their bodies and deal with disability as a purely social thing, but that ain't me. It probably never will be. It can be frustrating when activists talk as though I should embrace 24/7 pain for life as some sort of positive identity building thing. If that's you, AWESOME. We can work together to fight the issues the social model raises, but my body still feels like a betrayal, and probably always will.
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