Venezuelans Scrambling to Find Scarce Toilet Paper

Reblogged from Black America Web:

CARACAS, Venezuela (AP) — Venezuelans scrambled to stock up on toilet paper Thursday as fears of a bathroom emergency spread despite the socialist government's promise to import 50 million rolls.

After years of economic dysfunction, the country has gotten used to shortages of medicines and basic food items like milk and sugar but the scarcity of bathroom tissue has caused unusual alarm.

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Haven’t Been Posting

I haven’t been posting because my older sister is in late stage cancer and I am trying to process, grieve, think about, and feel, mostly feel my feelings. I think I think too much; I just need to feel sometimes. Then again, I need to think when I finish feeling my feelings. You see? I do think too damn much.

I do know  this grief is mostly about me and how I feel.

In the last 15 years, there has been a somewhat estrangement between my sister S and I, because of her denial of the abuse. Then I came to the conclusion that S was handling the horrible memories the best she could. Those memories almost literally killed me.

S’s cancer pulled me out of some of the abuse memories. I started thinking more about what she meant to my life and how without her I wouldn’t be the person that I am today.

She has made me see people should not defined by one choice, one act of their lives. Once again S is helping me to grow up.

I love that woman. Always did.

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“You Will Know” By Stevie Wonder

Written by Stevie Wonder. Lyrics after video

Lonely one of young so brokenhearted

Traveling down the rigged road of life
Using pharmaceutical extractions
To find the paradise

Finds the high but comes down feeling lower
Gets down on their knees and starts to pray
Looking up to heaven for the answer
They hear a voice that says

You will know
Troubled heart you’ll know
Problems have solutions
Trust and I will show

You will know
Troubled heart you’ll know
Every life has reason
For I made it so

Single parent trying to raise their children
But they would much rather not alone
Reaches out to find that special someone
To make their house a home

Finds someone but no one is the right one
Gets down on their knees and starts to pray
Looking up to heaven for the answer
They hear a voice that says

You will know
Lonely heart you’ll know
Problems have solutions
Trust and I will show

You will know
Lonely heart you’ll know
Every life has reason
For I made it so

[repeat 1st and 2nd chorus]

 

Just For Laughs: Richard Pryor- Heart Attack

Profanity. Much Profanity. Much Much Profanity.

Poetry: Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall”

I’m going to end the month with one of my favorite poems. 
“Mending Wall”By Robert Frost    Bio

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it 
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Poetry For Children

“My Nose” By Dorothy Keeley Aldis

It doesn’t breathe;
It doesn’t smell;
It doesn’t feel
So very well.

I am discouraged
With my nose:
The only thing it
Does is blows.

 Aldis Bio

“Could It Have Been A Shadow?” By Monica Shannon

What ran under the rosebush?
What ran under the stone?
Could it have been a shadow?
Running away alone?
Maybe a fairy’s shadow,
Slipping away at dawn
To guard a gleaming pot of gold
For a busy leprechaun.

Monica Shannon Bio

“The Alligator” By Mary Macdonald

The alligator chased his tail
Which hit him on the snout;
He nibbled, gobbled, swallowed it,
And turned right inside-out.

I cannot find info on Mary Macdonald.

“All poems came from The Random House Boof of Poetry for Children.”