On Monday took my grandma to a quack doctor who was rumored to have 'the gift' and 'magical hands' by friends of friends. I don't believe in none of that. Grandma wanted to try just about anything so we went anyway. Turns out he was just a glorified masseuse. Big ego though. You can tell. The kind of guy that has jerseys of semi-famous athletes all over his office because they came to see him one time. Allegedly.
Went by our river park on the way back. Monique drove us. Scenic. Water was going fast as hell.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Grandma and Monique enjoying the river view. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
On the 26th we had a farewell dinner with Grandma and our friends here. Was a nice time overall, earlier in the day we helped throw huge trash pieces and debris at the town dump and then moved logs to a garage for our friends. During the dinner politics come up as usual and you bet my left-leaning ass had something to say. I'm as radical as they come. Trans-related healthcare should be free, part of the general healthcare package. Immigrants should have it easier coming in to a country. The minimum wage needs to skyrocket upwards. Landlords should be forced to keep rent as low as it can go, and be publicly shamed/beaten/exiled for exploitative practices. The obscenely rich need to see taxes so massive their ancestors will have to crawl out of their graves and fork over a little more inherited wealth. This has not made me popular. But you know I wasn't rude or anything. I didn't get mad even once. I ought to have.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Monique, Grandma, and Mum after dinner. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
The topic of conversation was illegal immigrants. Or legal immigrants too, fuck it, the privileged rarely see a difference. The difference is usually paperwork is all. Anyway, I have always gotten, especially as of 2022, the title of what a "good" immigrant is. I did the whole process. I'm looking for work. I'm learning the language. I don't do crime. I'm white.
Like, I know what it's always about in the end. Racist French people, or racist Europeans in general, don't really think about the details. Like when an immigrant or brown person happens to do something bad, it's inherent. If a white guy does it, it's some other hyper specific reason. Like, come on! In fact, we literally had a rape and murder happen in our town. Our tiny, tiny town. A girl was grabbed on her way from MY SISTER'S school. Do you know how fucked that is? She was found dead later in an abandoned house outside the town. He was French. A previous offender too. So? Did he do it cause he was white? Ain't nobody saying that.
Sorry, this tangent has kind of gone off the rails. It's just it always pissed me off. It's constant criticism of the Moroccans, the Algerians, the Sudanese , or who ever is a large minority in our area. You know how many classmates I had from these places? Lots. Like, I actually met people from different places, with different circumstances. And the fucking filthy conservatives haven't. They don't know anyone. It's just so casual. Throwing out statements about them as if they are reality. Man...
Anyway, on the 27th my Moon Mirror CD finally arrived. I started listening straight away. It's awesome, I have the bonus disc too. I do wish it was in a jewelcase instead of a cardsleeve but they don't really make 'em like that anymore.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ At last! At last! ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
Grandma also got packed up and driven to Bordeaux with my mum by friends. She caught her plane alright, they drove her around in a wheelchair and all. She was good. Had some issues in Istanbul but there was a guy who went out of his way to help her out. Man, Turkey is a real nice place, my friend lives there and my auntie is in the very west, near Greece.
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| ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Grandma looking very fly. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
She got home, picked up by her boyfriend. Was pretty empty without her. But I hope she comes sees us again soon. The older she gets, the harder it is.
Made a small post for Juicebar's birthday. It's been a whole year! Wow. My site is coming along. I guess I was just kind of weighed down by all the stress and didn't even notice any of the good stuff.
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