Years and Years

I’ve been watching the series “Years and Years” on HBO. It is chilling.

Set in a near future England, the series follows members of the Lyons family as they navigate the trials and tribulations of a world gone mad. Emma Thompson plays a maverick, trump-style politician whose “England first” stance takes hold in the aftermath of a nuclear attack on China.

I was hesitant to begin watching “Years and Years” because I feared it would depress me even more than trump’s presidency already has, but in a weird way, the series gives me hope. My takeaway? Humans find a way to adapt and survive. We’ve battled vermin before, and we will continue to find ways to overcome.

Anyone else out there watching this HBO series? I need to discuss it with someone.

Peace, people!

Stealers Wheel

I’m in the Tallahassee airport waiting to board my flight to Amarillo, Texas. This music was playing.

Talk about some perfect airplane music; although, I seem to be the only one amused by it.

Below: semi-relevant cartoon

Above, at 62, nearly every song is my jam.

Eyebrows Strike Again

You know what ticks me off? When I’m getting a manicure and the manicurist asks, “Do you want your eyebrows waxed?”

Here I was thinking my eyebrows had it going on, and she blows my confidence with one question.

I wanted to say, “If I’d needed my eyebrows waxed that’s what I’d have asked for. Stick to the fingernails, lady.”

Instead I mumbled a polite, “No, thank you,” but now I can’t stop wondering if I should’ve had my eyebrows waxed. Too late now! These are the brows I’m taking to Texas:

They aren’t awful, are they? That’s code for, “if they are, I really don’t want to know.” After all these years here I am, still praying for eyebrows.

Peace, people!