Kentucky Mountain Girl News by Henrietta Asher Handy

Today there was forward momentum on cleaning and organizing.  It has made me happy. It was just what I needed to help get the soul moving again. Hope tastes like a truly decadent, chocolate dessert. 

Plus, since October 1st, The Husband and I have been watching old thriller movies in celebration of Halloween.  Monday was Hubie Halloween.  Tuesday was The Ghoul starring Peter Cushing.  Tonight was The Abominable Dr. Phones. 

What is on your movie watching list for Halloween if you have one? We are always looking for good and good-bad movies.

Last night, The Husband and I watched Hubie  Halloween on Netflix.  It stars Adam Sandler and a host of beloved, familiar faces from Saturday Night Live. I am not going to list the names because a) you can Google it; and b) when they appear on-screen the surprise is like getting a surprise visit from your bestie on a bad day.

Adam Sandler is either hit or miss for me, and this time it was a goofy, happy, non-stressing hit!  

Hubie is the town doormat it seems and he is so used to having thrown at him he has developed some mad skillz!  Hubie lives with his mother and is in love with Violet Valentine.  He has been in love with her since the second grade.  So, what makes Hubie special in some other way?

He is easily scared.  No.  Really.  Easy.  

This was an old fashioned movie where the good guy wins in the end..after some very interesting trials. No foul language. No adult insinuation.  Hubie arrived just in time to give a chuckles and a laugh when it was really needed.

Go watch Hubie.  Smile.  Relax with some spiked cocoa if you want, and just relax and feel warm. You know. Sort of like you used to before The Stress arrived.

Since the last post, life has begun to happen.  The Husband and I have joined a Mosque of the Red Death game via the internet. There is energy for cleaning and some work with the dogs.  

Drawing and writing together is slowly becoming the norm. There isn’t a chance for working on long projects until there is a new laptop; however, there are small things which can.  I am making the best of things again somewhere inside my head.

This election has me nervous, but peoples votes and minds are made.  This is going to be a tense one.  

So, what have you been up to? Drawing?  Writing? Painting?

There aren’t words in the English language to express everything swirling and whirling inside me. First we had ‘shelter in place’ and then we watched George Floyd die. Both of these events resonates with the world because we are all in danger of authority over-stepping its bounds on a personal level: each individual human being level.. And, a deadly virus does not discriminate.

I am white. My husband, as most of you know is black (he doesn’t like ‘African-American’ because he wasn’t born in Africa and will probably never see Africa). I have worried about him on some of the jobs he has worked for us. I was worried someone would jump him, or gang him, or he would have to defend himself and be the one taken to jail. There are concerts we haven’t gone to, certain places in cities, and made sure we were secure in a motel room because someone might be upset by seeing us together. In restaraunts some servers have refused to serve us.

Racism is very real, very dangerous, and it hasn’t gone away, as some claim. It has always been there, simmering just beneath the surface.

So, I am standing. Firmly beside my husband. ALL lives matter.

Sadly, some are calling for the dismantling of the police departments: We need a police deparment because the police aren’t supposed to be for the law abiders, but for those who are not. There are many good police men and women. The bad ones need to be weeded out. Police officers are not divine, they are human beings. Not all human beings are good either.

With this said, I firmly believe the good humans far out number the bad humans on this planet.

I am still waiting on the replacement cord for my laptop. Sho, in the meantime, I’ve been painting and drawing. Here are a couple of two pint my new favorites. No need to force you to endure all the not-so-good drawing and painting.

This is Misha, a high ranking spy and assassin for the Russian Mouse Mafia. He is considered extremely dangerous and can pass for a regular, garden variety mouse. BEWARE OF THIS MOUSE!

Life has not been boring in Kentucky. In my part of the state. Well catch up with everyone very soon. Laptop cord bit the dust so having to wake in one to be mailed to me.

How is your all’s quarantine going?

You know those times in your life when everything sucks and ‘good’ I’d relative to hire less sucky one thing is than another? Yep, right there in the middle be I.

Just as my world was finally seeking with somewhat firm footing…er…wheel grip, a huge boulder capsized my more sturdy boat than me alone and nearly drown me in devils’ raging rapids. (If I cannot laugh I am afraid I will become a bitter old woman before its tune.)

There are so many things going on within my world, not least of which is a very sick sister, it is difficult to keep on a forward momentum – centimeter by centimeter forward. It is so darned difficult to get that seemed centimetre, too!

I know this is going to sound stupid, but the weight is SO heavy it feels…less. It feels impossible. If ‘impossible’ possessed a weight, that would be it for me. 

So, what should I do about it all? This has been the super big question on my mind for a good portion of the day, and i just don’t have an answer. Plus, the blogosphere feels like the only shadow of a friend I have left to talk to

Can you all send positive vibes or prayers my way for the next couple of days? I would appreciate it.
 

I am not exactly sure where April has gone, for me at least.  It is one of those Rip Van Winkle moments where you feel like you’ve been somewhere else, and then, spooky sudden – you are right back…here  – wherever ‘here’ happens to be at the time.  Make sense?  Sort of?

Not until all this scary business began with COVID-19 and I was forced to slow down in order to ‘wake up’.  Upon waking, I have seen 100% clearly just how horribly down and uncertain I was.  Now the fear has over-run the ‘down’ and determination is slowly overcoming the uncertainty.  Does this mean everything is straightened out and I know where I am heading now?

You are right:  Nope.

It means, more or less, my proverbial feet are finally back under me and there is energy to use to help change things for betterment in general.  The energy level should increase the more I do each day.

Today I began doing a light stretch standing on my feet at the doorframe of my room.  It is going to be a struggle to keep going, so I am seriously counting on the determination here.

What have you learned in this quarantine?

I am still hearing a lot of people say, “This is just the flu!  All we need to do is to let it run its course!  People are being too panicky.”

Over and over again, medical professionals have said COVID-19 is  not the flu, but it  was created using the SARS and COVID-2 flus.  So, to help more people, here is a wonderful video about  how COVID-19 kills you.

This is a real threat, people.