I am so tired of this racist, fascist administration full of idiots. I am sick of media normalizing the president's behavior. There is nothing normal about any of this, and he is not just the worst president of my lifetime, he is the worst president in US history. What disgusting, vile creatures.

Today I am 65. It is hard to believe. It's not that I don't feel 65. In a few ways I don't, but in many ways, I do. It's just that...how can it be? I am thinking about my father, of a day in 1993 before he turned 66 when he took me for a ride in his ATV around the pond and back field and spoke about how he hoped to live five more years. Is that how everyone thinks at 65? It is the kind of thing that looms more as you age. He lived nearly 30 more years after turning 65. I miss him so.

September is a month of important dates. I don't think I feel that way only because of my birthday tomorrow. Aunt Jean's birthday. Mimmie's birthday. 9/11. Gary died September 8, which is also a cousin's birthday. Howie died September 10. Rudy died September 25. September 17 has more than one anniversary. In 1982, college friend Don committed suicide. In 1995, Rudy was born at the shelter. And today, Aunt Dot died.

Yesterday was Mimmie's birthday. She was born in 1904, so it was her 122nd birthday. She died 33 years ago. Today, my sister texted me and our niece that she mentioned Mimmie to someone and shared with them that we talk about her all the time and she is not forgotten. This is true. I think of her everyday. Happy birthday Mimmie. Have some cookies!