Anna Kyle

I love this shot that captures my most excellent bully/pittie/plus shepherd plus Akita plus lab, plus plus plus you get the idea.

We adopted her two years ago. Her story was appalling. Like so many other unwanted dogs she was thrown away and left alone.

Is she easy? LOL Oh hell no.

She has her hang ups but c’mon who doesn’t? You live any length of time and you accumulate quirks to get yourself through life intact mentally and physically.

This girl is smart as hell and loves her people.

This girl is not shy about telling me what she needs.

This girl happy tappies every day. Her joy in the ordinary is contagious.

This girl makes me laugh every day

I try every day to be this girl. She’s amazing just the way she is.

Your birthday lands on my heart again

with a soft, sad thump instead of a stabbing strike.

The years since you’ve been gone

haven’t given me answer why

but I’ve made my peace with that.

I am well…mostly :/

I am happy…mostly

Although i cry today,

i will not cry tomorrow.

You were loved. You are missed.

I deactivated Twitter today.

I was there for almost ten years.

The birdsite was my first (and only until the meltdown) social media platform. I loved twitter. Made friends I still have today (now on different platforms), went thru years of writing stories with the best support from writers in the trenches with me. I followed scientists, comedians, newspapers, journalists. I found editors and writers and readers I adore, found horse people who are now friends, dog and cat accounts that made me smile every day. I scrolled daily for breaking news, politics, those gorgeous NASA pics,the funniest people on the planet, new memes, just…everything.

Then I locked my account and moved to Mastodon when shit started going sideways. I’d post occasionally on twitter to catch up with friends, but mostly doom scroll there, feeling worse, more anxiety, more anger, more outrage.

I checked out more platforms and joined those that looked like i might fit into, like Tumblr and Mastodon and Instagram.

When melonhead/douchebag/propagandist/liar/putinponyasshole/littlebitch banned journalists I stopped posting, stopped going there daily, took the app off my phone. Because fuck him you do not get my engagement numbers.

Today, after reading (on Mastodon by an account that I follow) that the locked accounts’ tweets were being loaded into a newly created section for all to see i am done.

I deactivated and I am sad at this outcome. I like where I am at now. I believe it will feel like home in time.

And so it begins.

Write on;

Also fuck you melonhead/douchebag/propagandist/liar/putinponyasshole/littlebitch