Ewwww… I hate starting starting a post about hate that has hate in the title.
Hate is such an incredibly strong and powerful word.
And AGMA has tried to use it sparingly in my life because it conveys such bigly negative feelings and emotions.
But I’ll have to confess that I have used it to describe my feelings more in the last six years than at any other period of my life.
I think hating people is very iffy…. To AGMA, it implies that that the object of this strong emotion has absolutely zero redeeming qualities and is basically an evil person intent on inflicting as much damage in the world as possible. Up until six years ago, I can’t say that I ever used ‘hate’ to describe my feelings toward another human.
But now it seems as if there are a number of people (an alarmingly large number) in the news cycle who definitely live up to (or down to) my definition.
Lock ’em up!
So leaving people out of the mix, here are some of the things that AGMA hates…
1. Single-ply toilet paper
Seriously, do I need to explain this?
2. Speed bumps (humps)
More specifically, Chicago speed bumps.
I’ve lived 18 months or longer in 6 different cities during my lifetime before moving to Chicago. Most have used speed bumps to slow down speeders. But nothing, absolutely NOTHING, has prepared me for Chicago’s mountainous speed bumps.
They are BRUTAL.
Incredibly high and often camaflogued in mottled sunlight during the summer, they can do a number on your car.
The City paints white stripes on them to alert people of the perils ahead, but after a few Chicago winters, most fade to almost nothing.
So…surprise! Your car has now suddenly become airborne.
We’ve started naming the worst of them.
FrameBender is close to my son’s house, and bears the scars of those who have taken it on and lost. We slowly pass over it with a reverent respect having had some close calls with it in the past.
AxelBreaker is no too far from our house close to a Starbucks with a small parking lot AND a drive-thru (which is rare and coveted in the city.) This was the one that I hit at 25 mph and felt like my entire spine got shoved up into my brain. Thankfully, neither Peaches (my car) or I was critically injured.
3. Reading about people my age or younger dying of “natural causes”.
WTF??? That’s just plain wrong.
4. Living next to a MAGA cult member.
He not only drinks the cult Kool-aid, but he drinks copious amounts of adult beverages as well. This is not a good combination.
He’s constantly trying to own his liberal snowflake neighbors (us) by playing domestic terrorist cult talk shows on high volume on his radio on his deck. The fact that we live in townhomes, and our decks are only 6 inches apart makes this an interesting situation. My question is, who owns a portable radio these days??
But AGMA gets that he wants to turn the clock back to the 1960’s so I guess that makes sense.
He waters his wife’s plants hanging on the edge of his deck and can never seem to not end up covering our deck with water. I’m guessing he doesn’t realize that the deck gets rained on on a fairly regular basis, and the water will eventually evaporate. Plus, he is actually watering some of my plants as well.
After several months of no signage bliss because he got into big trouble with our HOA for posting MAGA cult signs using foul language on the community’s fence, he’s back to posting signs again. This time in the front of his yard, as close to our property as possible. I appears as if he has a yuge man crush on Merritt Garland. His sign indicated he wants to have sexual relations (f*ck) with him. The HOA took it down.
Hubs and I wonder where he was on January 6, 2021….
5. Primary Lateral Scoliosis (PLS)
This is the diagnosis for Hubs as he continues to lose the use of his right leg, and is starting to lose functionality in the left as well. He has walkers on each floor of our house (2) and we recently got one for Son#1’s house as well. Hubs now has a severe S curve in his back causing him almost constant back pain. He’s going to be evaluated soon to see if it is safe for him to continue drive (which he does rarely – AGMA drives most of the time.) If was a betting woman (I am…), I’d say we’ll probably be putting hand controls in our cars in the near future. And a stairlift up to our bedroom level.
It is what it is, and we deal with it. We’re very thankful that it isn’t ALS and that he has no pain in his legs. But if I stop to really think about how PLS has impacted both of our lives, and will impact our lives in the coming years, it brings tears to my eyes.
So I try not to think of it.
6. COVID fragmentation
Pre-COVID, AGMA had my life semi-together. Which was probably as good as it was going to get.
I loved my part-time job as a massage therapist, was part of a running group, had my fun little eBay business, was part of an Indivisible group helping to turn Georgia blue (yay Warnock and Ossoff!), blogged regularly, and had a pretty active social life.
Since COVID became a thing, it’s kind of all gone to hell in a handbasket.
Let me pause in my whining to say that none of my family or friends died or got horribly sick with COVID. In that I have been very, very fortunate. And my intimate tango with COVID back in February was very mild thanks to the vaccine and boosters.
But COVID has caused a serious disturbance in The AGMA Force. A speed bump of another sort…
Clearly, moving to Chicago during COVID had a major impact on our lives, and I lost all of my Atlanta connections. But it’s been over 2 years now, and things for AGMA still continue to feel stagnant, disoriented, and ‘stuck’.
It’s kind of obvious to ya’ll that I can’t get my blogging life geared up again.
I’ve been writing the very occasional post, but pre-COVID, I blogged every week. And I would enjoy other people’s posts. And comment on them. It’s been eons since I’ve done that. I truly miss it (and ya’ll), but can’t seem to bring any focus or energy to it.
Or much of anything else.
Except travel. AGMA is still all about traveling. But it kind of seems like it’s become more of an escape than anything else. When I travel, I can put all that fragmented life stuff on the back burner, and don’t have think about it. Or feel like I am living ‘less than’.
And yes, I do what some cheese with my whine please.
Actually, AGMA still loves her cycling (which, again, is a great escape.) And I adore living close to the grands and being a part of their lives – more than I can say.
So I guess it’s not all doom and gloom, but I sure would like to get my sh*t together after 2 1/2 years of internal and external chaos…
….said most everybody else in the world.