Last night we went to a show in a 50 year old WWII bunker called Hulen. It was fun but I was glad I had ear plugs with me. The bands where great & the beer was cheap.

I fell asleep sometime between 2-3am, it was a late night but it was fun!! Fun because I got to see a band that I knew & second because it’s a historic site they allow the students of UiB to use.

Today we walked the dog in the snow around the lake behind our new house. The best part it’s not cold out just slippery. Ice everywhere.

No, going out is fun even in my old age. But, you know you call a cab because you’re worried about the dog & the time for the next bus stretches too long.

But hey sometimes you just got to live a little.

So, this week has been full of stress & today on the bus I saw a man living out of plastic bags. Once you end up living that way it’s hard to go back to a functional life.

Speaking of plastic bags, we get them so few times a week we run out at our house. I have to remember to pick some up today.

Life is interesting that way how a plastic bag will kill a whale a home less man will use it for the little he has left. I don’t personally use them I carry my own bags where I go.

Plastic was a great invention until it wasn’t. We have essentially destroyed our own planet with them. It may be too late to fix the damage we have done. A sad reality really.

Next time you shop bring your own bag.. You may be saving the planet by doing it.

It’s been an interesting week so far but something struck a nerve. Maybe it’s that we have a new bed or maybe it was a phone call. Either way it’s sad to think how little progress some people make.

In high school I had two lifelines that saved my life. Those didn’t include my parents or my sibling. It was my cello & the orchestra I played in. You see while I was bullied & harassed at high school, I also had a sister that joined those toxic people by spreading nasty rumors about me.

At night she slept on a bed under lock & key for fear that I the sister she treated like garbage had my entire life on the floor of my room. Including a dingy, lumpy mattress that was my bed.

I didn’t have much but I had my lifelines that checked in with me everyday & that does Not include the school shrink who aided my parents in the abuse by looking the other way & told me I would never graduate UNI because I should go to a trade school.

How wrong she was. As was my parents who sent me to a “therapist” who was as abusive as they where. In my small town in CT it was easier to pretend that your family was normal when everyone who actually knew me knew better.

The orchestra was my lifeline as was the practice that I did everyday. It was not the “love” of my parents who treated me like trash. It was my orchestra teachers who would make sure I never missed a down beat. Those are my hero. Not my parents who taught me that all I deserved was a dingy mattress on a wooden floor.