13.4.26 - 110 - Another day

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There is a pain, certainly in my thumb. Just at its base, but I can't tell if that's related to the actual cut.

It's very infuriating. Just like the Trump administration and this war. The man is a total bollocks. 

I have actually given up following this mess - it would appear that Trump now wants to block the straits himself.

It's completely mad.

Meanwhile.

Anyway.

Meanwhile.

I did write two short stories. Well one was a short story - I was finally able to write about Ahab, though I don't mention him at all, of course, there are no names in my stories, and then I wrote a piece on Lilith, paying tribute to women who cannot be controlled. Men are so pathetic. Really they are. Clearly the most important thing to them is 'who is in charge?' and that 'I should get all the credit'. Because clearly, women still do the vast majority of the grunt work and men benefit from their labour BUT they should still be in charge of the resources. And woe betide any woman trying to have her own agency. Fuck her. Fuck her so much that they had to create this anti goddess. Well, fuck them. Really, fuck em.

Yesterday was a very busy day for Ma. She cooked Babi  Assam and then Aurelia wanted to joint a chicken so she also cooked fried chicken and chicken soup. It was so nice to have Aurelia around for her. Child is very kooky sure, but she was trying to restrain the kookiness. She kept on insisting that she wanted to joint a chicken. 

Ma is being very brave and doing everything she can to keep going. So everyone has to be very brave around her too. That includes me. She does her exercises and yesterday she cooked and cooked. What happens when everything comes to an end?

I did research on Oshun yesterday, the Yoruba goddess of the rivers and love and protection and healing. Everyone, across the world. Women and goddess and waters are always there. 

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