I am currently watching The Handmaid’s Tale and in the latest episode the poor handmaid is locked in her room as a punishment for not reproducing. She spends time on the floor of her closet, as she slowly loses her grip on reality, and finds a line written in Latin, carved in the wall: “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.”
DON’T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN
I’m thankful for my back yard.
For a yard in town, it is a nice size. When we bought the house, there was no place to sit and enjoy it, until we had a deck built and a door out onto it. This was a few years into living in the house.
Now I can sit out there and enjoy the weather, if I don’t feel like the noise I get from sitting out on my front porch. I kept a BBQ from a past relationship and we are having a family gathering out there soon, to celebrate My sister’s birthday, among other things.
It’s perfect, with lots of space for the kids to run around back there.
I’m thankful I could help my sister out.
She was invited to a Mother’s Day tea at my nephew’s school. She could have brought my baby niece along, but it was nice I could stay home with her, so my sister and nephew could have a nice morning together with the rest of his class, without any of the distractions a three-month-old might cause, as cute as she is.
I got my niece to nap as soon as my sister left, but it was a close call to keep her sleeping, with my dog who likes to bark right there and the cardinal who likes to bang against the glass of my sister’s patio door because he sees his reflection and doesn’t understand what that means.
Luckily, my niece was just that tired.
I’m thankful to know that my brother has a friend who is looking out for him.
He messaged me one night, asking if I’d heard from my brother that day. I had and knew he had gone out for the night.
None of us knows when another seizure could strike, so it’s just nice to know he’s being thought of.
It makes me feel better and I thought it was just a nice thing for a friend to do.
I’m thankful to have been interviewed for my friend’s podcast.
I am thankful for a phone call on Mother’s Day.
I am not a mother and I don’t know if there is a day for us aunts.
I was on my way to see my nephew and his parents for dinner, when I received a phone call as I was getting dressed and ready to go.
At first I heard no voice speaking, but I did hear a background I guessed right away. Then, a little voice spoke to me.
My nephew was calling. His father told me after that he just said he wanted to call me. I don’t receive a call on Mother’s Day usually, but I like to think my nephew could sense that and was calling to lift my spirits.
Sure, he mostly asked about my dog, whom he usually loves, but I prefer to think of it that other way.
I am thankful for my mother and all the warm and wonderful mothers out there.
I’m thankful for my mother’s help when my television goes silent on me.
These days, it’s not just a television. Then you have the cable box and the surround system speakers and DVD and I can’t possibly use all of these with only one remote.
A lot is visual about it and when one wrong button is pressed or if you don’t aim straight at the cable box when you turn it on, all hell breaks loose. I guess it’s too much for a blind girl to be able to figure it all out, use it without running to her mother every week.
Luckily, she helps, no matter how often I request it.
I’m thankful for a delicious Mother’s Day meal.
It’s BBQ season and everything tastes better cooked that way. One of my favourite parts of warmer weather.
My mom also made a taco salad for the occasion, because she wants to bring something. It was a meal in itself.
My brother-in-law and nephew made the cupcakes for dessert.
I’m thankful we don’t live in The Handmaid’s Tale.
I am completely creeped out by this series, but this week I just had to mention that Latin bit.
Everyone keeps comparing the story to today’s times, or where we could be heading, even though we like to think of women’s rights as improving a lot in the past one hundred years.
I do hope we never do go as far as they have gone in Atwood’s story, but you never know. I do feel better to watch, with curiosity and horror, and then go back to my real life and feel how lucky I have it, to be as free as I am.
This story should be a lesson for us all, but it is scary when I think that there are a number of people who might want some of these Handmaid story elements to be true.
There is some mention, by some of the repressors, of the UN and Toronto Star. Is Canada still free, but the US is the one so messed up? It’s strange, as Atwood is a Canadian writer. I wonder why she set it like that.
I’m thankful my violin teacher is back.
It has been almost a whole month, since she went on her trip to South America, teaching violin. I am happy for her, that she got such an opportunity, but my violin playing has stalled as I’ve been on my own with it.
We will see what we get out of that. Though, after I was in Mexico, upon returning my skills weren’t as badly effected as I’d feared they would be. (Update next week.)
Not letting the bastards grind me down…a work-in-progress.