Everything I think to write about seems stupid and superfluous.

There’s so much hate right now. Did I tell you we saw a KKK recruitment sign on the side of the freeway on the way home from the beach? Yup. Banked on either side with Confederate flags.

White friends tell me I’m over-stating it.

Black friends wonder why the white friends don’t say anything.

Muslim friends are terrified.

LGBT friends are rushing into marriage, which is never a good idea, because they’re worried soon they won’t be allowed to anymore.

Fellow Christians have disappointed me Big League.

Not so much with what they’ve said, but with what they’ve left unsaid. Who they let represent “us”. And by us I guess I mean just white Christians because for some reasons black Christians and white Christians have been on opposite sides politically for quite some time. That doesn’t make sense to me. Not at all.

And I don’t even get the whole pipeline thing but people protesting to save their water shouldn’t be pelted with ice cold water I’m thinking. Need to do more research on that.

I know how to call my congressmen now so that’s good. Called them about Bannon. Have to call them next week about that billionaire education lady and a few other things. This is going to be a thing now, evidently. Oh, and checking that news isn’t fake. That’s a thing now, too. Because I didn’t have enough to do.

Gilmore Girls was good. Really good. A friend said she was disappointed but maybe too much pre-advertising created a false sense of perfection. And life fulfillment.  From a show on Netflix. The Crown is pretty good, too. She’s a believable strong female character. I like that. Good queen.

Most of my Christmas decorations are up. I need to run, clearly, and I need to write things about running. I guess. But I don’t seem to want to write anything much at all. And now that I don’t work full time I have a lot of time to write so that seems like a big old waste, but since I decided not to monetize I wonder why bother. Turns out getting paid was motivating.

My kids hate me posting pictures of them on social media and I’m on social media way too much and so I end up looking like a crazy single woman who takes lots of selfies on beach vacations by herself. And who the hell cares what people on social media think anyway? But the beach was good. Centering.

Rambling . . .confused . . angry . . hurt . . . hopeful? Yes. Choosing hope.

May your Christmas season be joyful. And peaceful. And not filled with bloggers who ramble. And I promise, I’ve only had the one glass of wine.