A jumble of thoughts.
Mar. 3rd, 2026 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dani_meowsI live.
Spent the morning reading about some concerning policies the governor of Florida is trying to pass. including one that would give him his own secret service.
I really wish we'd not bought a house, even though that's why we are doing okay with the higher prices because we have a consistent "rent" aka mortgage that's cheaper than what we were paying in rent five years ago.
Even with our roommate having quit paying rent three years ago and us doing nothing about it because she's also my best friend. But it does frustrate me a little. I wish she'd at least pay something. We pay rent, electric, water.... She pays the internet bill.
I did tell her the other day she needs to talk to Ian to figure out some rent since she got a job two years ago after being laid off. Which is when she quit paying.
Mushi is doing okay. The xray came back and he does not have any tumors or blockages. He hates taking his medicine once a day and is very dramatic about it. But he is feeling better. He's been a very vocal, playful and active 15 year old boy.
We celebrated his gotcha day the day after we rushed him to vet last week. 14 years ago... he just walked into the store Ian worked at. Stayed there all night being looked after by my husband and then when Ian shook a treat bag he walked into our car. No tags. No one ever posted that he was missing. No chip. We were only going to keep him until the pound opened two days later because we already had the two cats we were allowed with Joey and Pywhackett. But by the end of the day he was Mushi. My little sweetie Boo.
To this day he's the cat who caused the most chaos, he once knocked our fan out of the window when we were getting a fresh breeze while cleaning the boxes. We lived on the third floor. He jumped out the window and we had to chase him around the parking lot of our apartment complex in my nightgown and pj pants.
Miso was the one who broke my heart.
Joey was my sweetest.
Pywhackett was the feistiest.
Mushi is the most chaotic.
Bitsy is the kindest.
Jasper is the most confusing survivor.
Nori is the whiniest. He whines if I hold him. He whines if I don't go to the bed when he wants cuddles and lay down and let him lounge on me like he did the first night I got him, he just likes to complain. I've had him since he was 12 weeks old. He's the ultimate brat cat. All my others were strays who had tragic pasts. He's Mr. First World Problems.
My thoughts on the war are chaotic.
I hope peace happens since the government that killed 30k plus people in a matter of days for protesting last month is falling. I hope peace comes. I trust the Iranians that are speaking out more than I trust non Iranians who didn't care about what happened to Iranians before the other day. I also hope that it doesn't become like Afghanistan. When we left the Taliban came back and the lives of women are horrible. They can't speak. They can't sing. They can't learn. I hope the lives of the Iranians goes back to how it was before this regime came into power. According to several posters and videos they had more freedom than Swedish women in the 1970's could vote etc. Before this regime took over and women were forced to hide themselves and were taken away if they were caught with a stray hair falling out of their hijab.
That said. I know Trump and co are almost certainly not doing it for a good reason.
A broken clock is right twice a day and all.
I hope peace comes to the middle east, to Ukraine. But there is so much fear in my heart. So many things seem to be reaching a boiling point.
And I really think those in charge are either cowards who won't act or are people who would watch the whole world burn.
I hate war. I feared war when it was my classmates, class of 2002, that were being sent to Afghanistan and I feared even then things might be worse in the end. And now we are once more in the middle east.
And innocents are going to get hurt.
Some people that are killed are not the innocents. Some were the very people who ordered guns fired into the crowds last month, who committed the atrocities.
But others are just humans who did nothing wrong.
And with that note I'm done blogging my thoughts.
Spent the morning reading about some concerning policies the governor of Florida is trying to pass. including one that would give him his own secret service.
I really wish we'd not bought a house, even though that's why we are doing okay with the higher prices because we have a consistent "rent" aka mortgage that's cheaper than what we were paying in rent five years ago.
Even with our roommate having quit paying rent three years ago and us doing nothing about it because she's also my best friend. But it does frustrate me a little. I wish she'd at least pay something. We pay rent, electric, water.... She pays the internet bill.
I did tell her the other day she needs to talk to Ian to figure out some rent since she got a job two years ago after being laid off. Which is when she quit paying.
Mushi is doing okay. The xray came back and he does not have any tumors or blockages. He hates taking his medicine once a day and is very dramatic about it. But he is feeling better. He's been a very vocal, playful and active 15 year old boy.
We celebrated his gotcha day the day after we rushed him to vet last week. 14 years ago... he just walked into the store Ian worked at. Stayed there all night being looked after by my husband and then when Ian shook a treat bag he walked into our car. No tags. No one ever posted that he was missing. No chip. We were only going to keep him until the pound opened two days later because we already had the two cats we were allowed with Joey and Pywhackett. But by the end of the day he was Mushi. My little sweetie Boo.
To this day he's the cat who caused the most chaos, he once knocked our fan out of the window when we were getting a fresh breeze while cleaning the boxes. We lived on the third floor. He jumped out the window and we had to chase him around the parking lot of our apartment complex in my nightgown and pj pants.
Miso was the one who broke my heart.
Joey was my sweetest.
Pywhackett was the feistiest.
Mushi is the most chaotic.
Bitsy is the kindest.
Jasper is the most confusing survivor.
Nori is the whiniest. He whines if I hold him. He whines if I don't go to the bed when he wants cuddles and lay down and let him lounge on me like he did the first night I got him, he just likes to complain. I've had him since he was 12 weeks old. He's the ultimate brat cat. All my others were strays who had tragic pasts. He's Mr. First World Problems.
My thoughts on the war are chaotic.
I hope peace happens since the government that killed 30k plus people in a matter of days for protesting last month is falling. I hope peace comes. I trust the Iranians that are speaking out more than I trust non Iranians who didn't care about what happened to Iranians before the other day. I also hope that it doesn't become like Afghanistan. When we left the Taliban came back and the lives of women are horrible. They can't speak. They can't sing. They can't learn. I hope the lives of the Iranians goes back to how it was before this regime came into power. According to several posters and videos they had more freedom than Swedish women in the 1970's could vote etc. Before this regime took over and women were forced to hide themselves and were taken away if they were caught with a stray hair falling out of their hijab.
That said. I know Trump and co are almost certainly not doing it for a good reason.
A broken clock is right twice a day and all.
I hope peace comes to the middle east, to Ukraine. But there is so much fear in my heart. So many things seem to be reaching a boiling point.
And I really think those in charge are either cowards who won't act or are people who would watch the whole world burn.
I hate war. I feared war when it was my classmates, class of 2002, that were being sent to Afghanistan and I feared even then things might be worse in the end. And now we are once more in the middle east.
And innocents are going to get hurt.
Some people that are killed are not the innocents. Some were the very people who ordered guns fired into the crowds last month, who committed the atrocities.
But others are just humans who did nothing wrong.
And with that note I'm done blogging my thoughts.
