Linda brings us a new SoCS prompt every Friday to be posted on Saturday. It’s still Sunday here, so I am only a day late.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!”
I have been unable to produce much of anything lately. My mind has been preoccupied with the terrible news being handed down by the f^^^ing Republican judges on the Supreme Court. I have read more than my fill about the disgusting decisions they have made to ruin our country. They have no clue as to what the real world is like.
The judges have decided that anyone should be able to carry a concealed weapon. With the horrors of shootings going on, I don’t understand why anyone in their right mind could vote this way.
I have two relatives whose babies’ heartbeats stopped very late in their pregnancies. Nothing could be done. Thankfully, because this was before the latest awful ruling, doctors were able to end the pregnancies. The young women did not have to wait months carrying a deceased fetus. They each had to attend therapy for the loss of their first babies. One can only imagine how much worse it would have been if they were forced to carry until term. I fear for the young women who will now be forced to make decisions they should have not to because of some wealthy Republicans who haven’t a clue. I have daughters and a granddaughter who no longer have control over their own bodies. It is disgraceful.
The last thing my mind wants to do, is to be productive. I haven’t blogged like I’d like to; I haven’t read my emails, I have written my daily gratitudes, and I haven’t been avoiding the chocolate that sooths my soul. I decided today would be the day to attack my emails. I have almost 600 waiting to read. As I come across the emails from bloggers, I read the blogs. It gives me a small feeling of success. I doubt I’ll catch up today either.
I’ve been trying to get some things done in the yard. I need to go out at 6 AM after feeding Annie. If I can’t be productive with my brain, at least I can be useful in my garden. I play my music on the outside stereo to keep my brain engaged in joyful tunes. As soon as it gets too hot, I need to come in the house away from the high temperatures. It’s been a hundred for a few days, with no relief in sight.
I yearn for by brain to return to some sense of normalcy. I want to be productive in many ways. Right now, my heart hurts. My souls hurts for the damage done to this once great country.