Good morning Friend, it is nice to see you again. I have been absent. And I’m really sorry. This is my favorite week of the year. And it was a week when the news went crazy, too. But the hip wasn’t healing, and the pain was somewhere between childbirth and a broken leg. I can vouch for this, given I’ve done both. As have many of you.
A week after my mother died, I got out of bed, which I’ve done hundreds, nay thousands of times. And somehow I managed a spectacular fall that gave me spiral breaks in both of the bones in my lower leg and just for fun, my ankle.
Thinking I had sprained my ankle and highly irritate at myself for doing that, I propped my foot on a pillow and managed to get my clothes out of my closet, dress, and then skooch all the way to my apartment door and across the hall. I would knock on the door, and the woman who lived there with her husband would look out the peephole. I could hear them in conversation wondering who was annoying them — because of course, they couldn’t see me. I was on the floor. I’d knock again. And they would go to the peephole. Rinse and repeat.
Finally, I called out and they decided to open the door.
At the ER of a teaching hospital, along came a doctor with a gaggle of students. He examined my leg and asked how I did it. After I told him, he said:
‘‘No really. You can tell us.”
So I did and could tell that he didn’t believe me. But he let it pass and passed on himself, students intact.
Another doc showed up shortly, again with students following him like a mother duck. And this doctor examined the leg and asked how I did it.
“Getting out of bed!”
And this physician didn’t believe me either, because he said:
‘‘No really. You can tell us.”
Alone once again, I listened to the doctor next door…or would that be next curtain? He was trying to convince a guy with a knife wound to press charges. But the guy kept saying:
But I love her.
Now I know why they say love is painful. When my sister saw me, I told her about the docs not believing me. She said:
“You should have told them you jumped out of a third-floor window and just forgot.”
‘Tis the season of repeats, it seems.
Okay, let’s see if I can summarize the news thus far.
The government finally pried Donald Trump’s tax returns from his greedy little fingers. He paid under $1,000 in taxes in 2020 and nothing in 2017.
There were 51 inches of snow in Buffalo, New York and 30-foot-tall snowdrifts.
The House’s January 6 Select Committee released the 800+ page report. And its members are still dishing out large chunks of the transcript from the 1000 people they interviewed.
The House Republicans are salivating, waiting to snatch back power from the Dems on January 2 and put President Joe Biden’s surviving son in front of Rep. Jim Jordan’s machine gun rapid-fire investigation questions.
China got tired of people wanting their freedom and told them “Fine. Go be free, and see if I care.”
Representative Adam Kinzinger called Marjorie Taylor Greene “a dummy” and Kevin McCarthy “a loser.”
Southwest Airlines gave its profits to stockholders rather than update its antique scheduling system. And it was surprised when people were massively upset. Can you spell oligarchy?
But not before President Biden beat up Texas Governor Greg Abbott for migrant trafficking asylum seekers in their sock feet and dumping them in front of VP Harris’ house.
And President Joe Biden is spending a little well-deserved time in St. Croix. I hope you are, too.
Stay safe. Be well. You & Yours!
Gloria
Gloria Christie is a political journalist for the liberal online newspaper The Bipartisan Report. Find her here on Facebook. Or at Three White Lions her book written in her own unique style with a twist of humor on Amazon Kindle Vella and the Gloria Christie Three White Lions podcast on Apple, Spotify, Amazon Music, etc. Christie’s Mueller Report Adventures In Bite-Sizes a real-life compelling spy mystery (in progress).