Tribulation Tuesday

 

Today I worked from home - not too much to say about that. But I was trying to straighten out some messes, like the Burns dinner cluster munch. Mamastep really wanted to go, but it was sold out, and now our Shamrock Club buddy can't go so she was going to give Mamastep her ticket. However, Mamastep couldn't get a hold of either her or the St. Andrews club to verify this. Meanwhile, I had a strange charge on my play money credit card, and I couldn't remember what it was for and couldn't find a receipt. (Did I think to look in my spam folder? No. Because I'm an idiot.) The name of the business made no sense, and when I googled it, it seemed to be a software company, so I reported the charge because I knew I had not purchased any software. This was last week, and then in the middle of the night last night I remembered it was for the Burns dinner - oh no!!! Maybe they had canceled our reservations when I disputed the charge! Of course the credit card company is always reachable, and the customer support employees all seem to live in India so it was probably daytime for them. They told me the dispute is already working its way through the system and I can't stop it. So I emailed the St. Andrews club, and Mamastep suggested contacting them via social media, which turned out to be a really effective way to do it, because I heard back right away that they hadn't heard anything about a dispute, my reservations were still good to go, and if there was a problem I could just pay another way. Phew! Though now it turns out Travalon has been to not one but two Burns dinners already, only he didn't know that's what they were because they were part of a tour of Scotland. He is not excited about another dinner of haggis with neeps and tatties. Well, maybe the tatties. (Translation: dinner will be a mix of organ meat and oatmeal with turnips and potatoes on the side.) I have never been to a Burns dinner, in honor of the great Scottish poet Robert Burns and his ode to haggis. Honestly, I think Travalon only agreed to go because it's in the Forward clubhouse, which isn't very big so I don't know how they're going to get all these people in there for dinner, plus bagpipers, plus a band for a ceilidh. Anyway, they had also switched our Shamrock Club buddy's name to Mamastep's, so we are all good to go... for the moment. And I got my new credit card today. 

I am beginning to wonder if Dear Leader sold his soul to the devil, the way he says he knows he's not going to Heaven. One thing is sure, he doesn't know what joy is because he puts all his value on the wrong things. He seems to be very jealous of those of us who do feel joy, and I wonder if he knows his time is short so he wants to destroy us all with him. How else to explain his stubborn insistence on starting World War III by invading Greenland? He never talks this much about doing something without eventually doing it. We all know he's mad about not winning the Nobel Peace Prize, but I did have to laugh at his text to the Norwegian Prime Minister that since he didn't win it, he doesn't care about peace right now. Way to say the quiet part out loud. I just saw a video by a death doula who says people are even more themselves as they are dying, so narcissists are almost unbearable. I wonder if the Supreme Malignant Narcissist is in the process of dying, and so any pretense he had of caring about anything or anyone else is getting tossed to the side. He wants Greenland? He's taking Greenland. And, of course, it does distract from everyone saying, "Release the Epstein files, already!" Those have got to be really bad for him if he's working so hard to change the conversation, after running on how he would immediately release them. Of course, if he gets in the way of the filthy rich, they will just take him out. Hold on, things are about to get really interesting. I can see why the blessing is: "May you live in uninteresting times."

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