God’s Not Done yet

There is no news yet today, gang, although the stock market closed yesterday way way way in the red… I think from now on it will be moment by moment.

And Xi is apparently going to be “meeting with (fake) Biden in San Francisco” beginning Nov. 15th…that should be more than interesting and/or more optics and a complete waste of time. We shall see.

In my own life….

I got some really disheartening news about my dad yesterday. Not that it’s unexpected because he is really far along with cancer, but you just wish that somehow, you didn’t have to see the end of the movie, right?

I don’t blog about this stuff, but I will say that my dad and I had a very tumultuous relationship for about 50 years, but then suddenly, a few months ago, everything changed and it was like those 50 years completely evaporated and he “suddenly became” the dad he was when I was a little girl. And he was a great dad when I was a little girl, growing up in Cleveland. I am going to miss him so much.

Anyway, it is heartbreaking. But hopefully he will still be able to be present at Thanksgiving. My stepsisters and their families will be there, too, including my nephew whom I haven’t seen since before the scamdemic. — and even then, it was at my stepmom’s funeral. He has now already graduated college. How that happened, I have no clue, since he is only about 10 years old… (where did the time go, gang?)

Well, I am hoping that Thanksgiving will happen and that it will be a happy time, all things considered.

But in brighter news — and this is what I mean by my title for the blog today–

Peitor just now texted me some photos of what will soon be the NEW HOME of our micro-film production company, Abstract Absurdity Productions!!! On the Mediterranean in Nice, France. Just awesome, gang.

It is something to live for, right? The thought that after all this horrible war stuff is finally over, he and I will get back to work on “Lita måste gå! (Lita’s Got to Go!)” and the dozen other micro films we had in the works before the scamdemic.