In Which it is just a bad dream

Good evening, my friend, reader of this post! How are you, this Saturday night? How is the weather? It is a moment of transition, here soon will be spring, and then summer. I can only hope it won't be a harsh one. At least it rained this afternoon, which is a lovely thing, I am very fond of rain. And overall, I am okay, I don't think this was a bad day, in no measure. I could do anything I wanted, thankfully, that is cause for celebration. One step at a time. I mostly played on the computer, was not terribly inspired in any direction or the other, but it is what it is. I also worked on a drawing, based on an online friend. Not exactly a portrait of his this time, just took some inspiration from some of his features. I have plans of doing my first christmas card for 2025 at some point this month. I like the season, I mentioned here a lot how it brings me relief, to reach the end of another year (and 2025 in specific, though not exactly the worst year, was an exhausting one) as a reward we have a moment of relief, deliverance, gifts of all sorts: material or not, and to remind us of the savior of the world, whom's saintly birthday party happens, though his exact day of birthday is not known, and if you ask me, it should not matter thay much. As I love the beautiful times, even in summer, geography hardly obeys one's wishes, only natural that I would go the route of the Philipines, where Christmas's celebrations, so I've heard, announce themselves around the 9th month. If no card come from September, It is fine too, if you force it, a holiday will become a chore, and none like those. Traditions should not be sacrificing or punishing. Anything delightful and authentic is more like it. If not in September, there is October, it's fine.

I did mention the year was exhausting, though not exactly the worst, but while in my mind, I am okay, the country in which I reside, Brazil, is close to turmoil. The menace of more violence comes and goes, but it has been a constant. The locusts devour what they can, their hunger, their lust, their heinous ways, those are such, that even the center left are starting to feel a sense of discomfort, revolt even. The news on the political side are so absurd as to make ficction more plausible. This is why socialism should never be tolerated, I tell you, once and once again. There is little I can do, but to denounce what I see, and complain, and urge people that may have the means to do something, that they should defeat the socialists, they should oppose them, they should be challenged, or else what is left of the middle class will keep perishing further and further, while their humiliated souls discover that denial can only go so far. I have said that I try to keep taking my life business as usual, but the groceries are more expensive by the hour, as the currency loses its value. We are having to eat at times water toasts with thin layers of butter just to keep going, and I am talking of the middle class. One tries to keep going, and as people stroll by, maybe one thinks, I am being hyperbolic, histrionic, there is no such thing as a collapsed society! I myself try to pretend those days are normal days, yet the moment the smallest thing goes a bit off the rails, chaos unfold so fast and so utterly, that it is hard to keep the charade going. People can barely keep the appearances, and when rhey talk, most of them cannot say anything but murmurs and bumbles, education, by design, failed them.

I know, depressing, just to think about it, exhausting. I rather think it is a bad dream. Life keeps on going, some days are more abundant, and the food is available, and the smiles are more vivid, sometimes we have two days like that side by side, perhaps it was a bad dream. And yet, the devil is trying to turn sheep against sheep using his toxic gas, miasma that spreads and that burns like nuclear fire. Anyway, a bad dream.

I thank you once again for sticking around, my happy friend, dear reader! How awesome you are! As I mention, it is a bad dream, it is okay, we can take those too, and will be christmas soon. And the blog is here, and I write and count my blessings! Speaking of writing, I do hope I can return here on this lovely blog real soon, to write some more, and we will chat, have some coffee, eat a cookie and have a good time! Hopefully by the beginning of next week! Rejoice in the days of the Lord I'd say, what else is there to do?