Easter 4/20/25

   Easter 4.20.25

 The Brady Bunch is on. I decided Brooklyn Nine-Nine has run its course for my anxiety. I did the same thing with Schitt’s Creek, and I’d probably still be watching 30 Rock if it was on any platform anywhere that I can access with no effort.

I can’t let the fact that it is Easter, 4/ 20, Hitler’s birthday, Columbine, legalizing pot pass without some sort of silly blog. Which at the moment is just me watching The Brady Bunch and remembering how every TV show really wanted all families to be singing families. I think that’s why my mom insisted that we sang. We would sing at church, we sang at nursing homes and she made our costumes. She played the guitar for us. We were never Partridge family level. How could we? We were three girls without David Cassidy.

This is also an experiment in voice to text for a blog. I feel like this will be different than me typing because I am babbling directly into my phone instead of typing and letting it synthesize through my brain first.

I keep asking God how I’m supposed to help what I’m supposed to do. I’m just …being a teacher isn’t enough, but then when I try to think of other things I could do I get overwhelmed. I can’t really drive for meals and wheels because I work during the day. I don’t wanna give money to people on the street corners because it’s very difficult for me to not just tell them to get in my car and bring them home. Make them live with me in my spare room which Jim would absolutely lose his mind if I did something like that. I feel like if everybody did the bare minimum, we wouldn’t be here, but nobody will even do the bare minimum. And I guess that’s where I am. I don’t know where the bare minimum is. So I teach and hope that counts, because otherwise I freeze up.

I’ve cleaned up both costume shops and both buildings given clothes and coats to our immigrant populations and our kids in need. We give money to charitable organizations. We don’t have a lot. It’s not like I’m rich and I can be a philanthropist you know, but is that really rare minimum I feel like if that’s the bare minimum then that’s really sad, but on the other hand if that’s your minimum and everybody did the bare minimum we’d be in a lot better place. Also a kind leadership would be helpful.

The only way this revolution is gonna happen is if we talk to each other and we bond together as a community we just are not having any. We aren’t having any. I don’t know when we became such hobbit hiding, cave dwelling people, but I am the same way I have social anxiety, and I have a hard time talking to people. I have to force myself to communicate with my neighbors just out of safety. You’re fine.

I’m gonna leave that “you’re fine” there  because that was me telling the dogs and they were fine before I let them out. A Thing I do appreciate about this voice to text to Google doc on my phone, instead of voice to text through text, is it’s not picking up the television. I do appreciate that.

OK, so this Brady Bunch episode is reminiscent of a conversation I just had yesterday with Harper. Greg is at a record manager meeting, and these record executives are very hippie ass and hippie tastic because money can be made off of it. But originally the hippies were not about money, they were about walking away from the establishment. And the same thing happened to the punks. Harper and I were talking about punk rock yesterday. Punk rock was anti-establishment anti-Authority, all of these wonderful ideas and then some capitalist got a hold of the fashion ideas and the music ideas and turned it all into a money making machine And now we have Hot Topic.

All right well this is what happens when I do voice to text for a blog. I intended to talk about Easter and how stupid it is that it’s on 4/20. I guess they really couldn’t control that. Harper said there was quite a ruckus down around her apartment building last night, 4/20 does bring out all the crazies and of course for 4/19 last night there was another protest down by the capital so that brings more people down there. But those people are suburban people who have to find parking, those aren’t the 420 bananas that lose their heads in Capitol Hill.

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