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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDuHXTG3uyY&ab_channel=nibelungenstar

•  Soft Fascism , a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control

The early instances of army fascism and brutality are typical …—
Jason Watson Aldridge
Call it "soft fascism": a political system that aims to stamp out dissent and seize control of every major aspect of a country's political and social life, without needing to resort to "hard" measures like banning elections …—
Zach Beauchamp

It's weird....living

Our neighbor's tree through the window, It 's lovely no matter what season! 

What is left of the deck flowers, not much but not totaled yet...

 

While in Disney land my friend sent these very old photos to my phone! I had not ever seen them before so it was a jolt to see a younger self stepping out from fancy new tech! 

Old photos - who is that? I sort of remember being young... skinny as a rake. Long gone now that is for sure!  I do remember getting up in the morning , charging out into the day unhindered, full of sass..best part of being young, I reckon. I miss that part.

Life is  strange- you think that you are you and then over time, you are not  you and you are sliding into the end times wondering WTF, who do I think I am?! What's it all mean, Mr. natural? And then the wheels fall off , getting out of bed requires herculean strength. Skin is no longer supple, joints seize, headlights crackled or shot out- Dayum. Little wonder why  elders are a bit cranky...We have earned it.

 

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This is a fairly accurate article from The Plague Years re: crazy Trump IF you have not had enough... odds are that you have had Quite enough!

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This is a shirt that Erik wore in Disneyland and it did make me laugh heartily!

Some girls walked by and commented on it, laughed and said "We would still choose the bear"...( as in the meme- you are a woman alone in the woods- would you choose to come across a man or a bear?) The choice is invariably  - the bear. 

" You would not be wrong", Erik responded, all laughed, all in on the joke of this generation, toxic maleness and Erik, least toxic of all, still male....

 As effortless as it was to jump out of bed, and into favorite 501's , a quick splash on the face and  to go until midnight- I like being this age more.  Being young now would be utterly exhausting, depressing- too much to deal with I reckon. Politically, financially, fewer opportunities not to mention climate change and over population. Will humans adapt? Maybe. It will be a different planet from what has evolved. No amount of sorting paper from plastic will fix it.

Onward, fellow humans - vote blue and do what you do.
 

Best non toxic human, gnawing on a dead leg. His hat has embroidered on the front- "Be Nice". And he is.

 

Disney shuffle, magats, wheelchair

Toon town a most favored land in all of Disney. It's just delightfully silly- Rodger rabbit silly! Though Disney in all of its mamby pamby correctness made Jessica Rabbit a detective instead of the sexiest cartoon ever. OHHHHH Jessica- Paddy cake! 

Still, it is the greatest place to get a hot dog and sit on a bench in the sun.

The trip down was eventful, in the not so great sense of eventful. The plane from Bellingham to Seattle broke and stayed loaded on the tar mack for well over an hour and a half, waiting for the mechanics to fly in from another part of the state- some contract thing. Passengers cancelling connecting flights, patients appointments etc. I was not sure if  I could make the connecting flight - when we  finally landed  in Seattle I RAN !  

 I ran  on my injured foot across the tar mack from the plane to the terminal up two steep ramps, ran to the gate. I had my boarding pass in hand and the plane was still boarding- good to go...but WAIT- they cancelled my ticket thinking that there was no way I would make it , and sold my seat! They scheduled me for a later flight which would mean I would not get to Anaheim until very late or the next day. "NO!" I said- "I am here and this is my flight"- They scrambled and finally last minute found me a seat- a middle seat. 

My already blown out foot began to  feel like someone threw gas and a match at it,  put the fire out  with an anvil  - several knife jabs, injecting a  bit of battery acid and cayenne just to top it off. "ow", I did say.

Consequently, foot was useless by the time I arrived . Erik met me at the airport.  In the morning, our first day at Disney money land He rented a wheel chair for me. Best invention of the day! We found Pete, our favorite Disney character- he did not disappoint.

What a good lad! Pushed me all over the magic Kingdom. Miles and miles.

This is a photo of a Mary Poppins pin and my own personal scooter person. 

The silver lining is that Disney is most  accommodating to  wheel chair folks. First in line, back entrance, no waiting in queues .  Best seats on the rides, helping hand getting in and out.Dennis and Erik enjoyed the bennies of having a compromised wheelchair person. No complaints.

 

The perspective is different from a chair- there are a lot of butts  in the face , horses are taller. 

The best part of Disneyland , we found, is Galaxy's Edge.  The best ride of all time is Rise Of The Resistance. We did it twice - each ride took a different route so I am reckoning it never gets old!  Entering the Galaxy's Edge feels  Morocco -ish. here is you tube vid of it all.

 

Drinking some galactic cocktail in the cantina- a review- Here. I had some tequila thing and Dennis had ...water. Erik had something rummy. We got in right away (wheel chair) We discussed smuggling strategies  and other  slithery star war  crimes, as you do .

I felt the most comfortable in this section of money land- it is just plain cool, every detail - the vibe is honest, rough around the edges not  homogenized like the Mouse shite. He has become the most insipid character.  When we were kids Mickey and Pluto were kind of naughty/funny-  Mickey has matured into  a  gooey preacher boy scout- far   too correct  - pleasing all of the people all of the time...annoying AF. That said, his ride is probably the second best in the park, taking  you through a movie theater lobby walls of old mickey posters. The show  (ride) starts and you are in a drone like machine/bucket-going  through every version of the mouse- Steamboat Willie and naughty Mickey  being my  favorites.Sounds dull doesn't it, I am not good at explaining , guess you will just have to go on your own. ...

 Fantasy land has been upgraded, a face lift for everyone. Worthy,but, really, I could have spent all of my time in Galaxy's Edge. 

The next day- I stayed in and rested my blown out foot because the pain was throbbing ridiculously.  On the last day it felt a bit better , another chair and Erik, worn out by now ,gallantly pushed me around. Most people were wearing Disney merch. One t-shirt said "most expensive day ever"...that shirt was not wrong.

It was  a happy, colorful, silly , fun trip . I would go again but only if I could legitimately rent a chair and I had a giant wad of cash.

All is well  here this evening, for now ,we can still breathe.

The end.

 

In the trift store today- come with me

I left before the willow became sawdust- went to an appointment - great reports for health- then off to thrift store to catch and release.
 This was an entire set of New Yorker salad plates in original box unused. This very set was in the condo where Stella and I stayed for out desert holiday.

Head of a frightening child - a vase for flowers I assume for a new mother , new?  probably 1940's new...

  

 

In the dolly bin  , Schildkrot  celuloid doll in pretty good condition for being so old and fragile.

Hair dryer from the 50's or early 60's  - in the case along with it's  important papers, instructions and where to send it if it fried itself.

Below - a bakelite slide viewer that only needs a clean - worked great.

Scissors and twine on cast iron spindle.

It was a good day for junk - so many catches! All released! I am  disciplined at the moment. I would have made quite a haul if I had a shop or still flogged crap on ETSY.  I dropped ETSY as well as Paypal , and am much happier for it. Slowly undoing all of the tech and aps that drive me to distraction.  I am not of this century.

Clowny bowl from Italy-

large Peking Opera mask , never taken from it's silk box!his intensity is likely too much for any wall.

Mohawk tribal mask made of grass. From Saint Lawrence River area.

typical sea side box of shells, velvet interior..

1960's fashionable, groovy  fabric! Flower power  bright special for $2.00

More groovy fabric.

Hand made needlework large table cloth -  much work , in near  perfect nick, $4.99. Just a minor half inch  stain .

Swedish wool woven runner.$1.99

Like I said, bonanza of a day at the old second time five and dime/trash or treasure shop.

In the dolly bin

Wooden mini shop.

small clay Peking Opera mask.

gorgeous red glaze on red clay  pottery.

Gay birds lived here, I reckon.  They moved - went to Palm springs for a better life.

large wooden butler, hooks on his back to hang him on the wall , offering  madeira , Ma deara? or collecting the bills on his tray. He would be great as a Bed and Breakfast host.

The furniture  was incredible but I won't take you there. I will spare you the  many cool chairs and occasional tables.

Not sure what sort of gathering these dudes are having.  I think they may be roasting marshmallows to feed their emaciated kitty.

Probably the most remarkable thing of value was the replica of our local news paper  printing press,which has gone our of business pretty much, left town , went south and became the worst news paper on the planet. We have no local news paper now. It was fine when Erik was growing up. The paper person would toss it out onto the driveway every morning. The ritual drinking  of coffee , eating of  toast, and reading local news, the obits, the funnies was comforting in its sameness. Erik even made the front page a couple of times! For good things, not for  crimes...he did not do crimes.

 

I didn't even buy this  perfect bandit  mug-

So much more- but your eyes are probably tired from thrifting in this massive store, looking at other people's Marie Kondo death clean. I wandered about for two hours, dragging you along- you are good sports.

 

some yarn

One of those especially pretty depression era bowls/

You can not tell from this shite photo but these are chandelier  glass dangle things. A bag full.

Ok, I will cease this nonsense, Thanks for coming along with me to pick up and put back all things not necessary  for living. I confess, I did buy a couple of old clay or chalk angels- I seem to be fond of angels at the moment- I like having good luck .turns out.  Better than a poke in the eye.

Which reminds me- tomorrow I get a poke in the eye. Not my favorite thing. some body please invent stem cell fix for  exploded  eyes. Eye  will be grateful!