The Days and Nights of Catherine Evermore

“I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.”
― Anne Lamott

I’ve been up since 3:30 a.m. Waited for the sun to come up so I could go to the “vampire” lab and get blood work done for one of the three doctors who want my blood tested every 3 or 4 or 6 months.

My veins are small. They collapse. It’s a pain for me and the person drawing my blood. This morning, the nurse had to draw blood from both arms.

I’m sick of this crap!

Next week, when I see my doctor, we are going to have a “come to Jesus meeting” about all these freakin’ office visits and lab work.

If these doctors would share with one another then we could cut the crap. But, they don’t share.

I’m telling you, this old broad is at the end of her rope.

It’s not just this lab work stuff that has me going. Other stuff, too.

Never thought I would say this, but the day I have my doctor’s appointment is the same day we might get hit by a tropical storm.

I’m pulling for the storm!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

There was a time when I watched all of the Sunday morning political shows. My favorite was Tim Russert’s show ‘Meet the Press.’ Sadly, it was taken over by the nutjob whatshisname after Tim Russert passed away. I’ve not watched ‘Meet the Press’ since then.

This morning, I decided to watch Chris Wallace on Fox. Oh my! That was one huge mistake.

One of the things I have noticed about Chris Wallace is that he’s soft when interviewing Democrats, but he’s combative when interviewing Republicans. After 15 minutes of his nonsense, I turned off the TV. It’s just not worth it anymore.

Defund the police is always in the news. The Democrats want to cut back on police funding and hire more social workers. Really?

If I’m being robbed or attacked, the last person I want to call is a social worker. I want a badass police officer coming to my rescue. Since I don’t have a gun, I want a badass police officer to shoot the criminal if that’s the only way to stop the criminal.

As a survivor of a violent crime that put three men in prison, I don’t care about talking a criminal out of committing a crime. I want a criminal dealt with swiftly and harshly. Shooting the criminal would be my first choice.

With Democrats refusing to prosecute the criminals of last summer, I’ve lost faith in our justice system in Democrat controlled cities. Just look at Chicago, home of Obama. How did that work out for the good people of Chicago? Not very well.

Fortunately for me, I live in a red city in a red state. We are safe for now. That could all change next year if Republicans kowtow to the mob.

Somehow, I don’t think that is going to happen.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

One of the nice things about owning my own website is that I get to bitch about whatever my little heart desires. If people don’t like it, too bad.

Move on!

I read Breitbart News on a daily basis. Some of the articles are of great interest while others are just headlines that I pass over.

Move on!

This one, for instance, has pissed me off. Truth is that anything about Creepy Joe Biden pisses me off, but this one is just plain batshit crazy.

“Tracy Stone-Manning, President Joe Biden’s nominee to be director of the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), described American children as an “environmental hazard” while advocating for slowing U.S. population growth in her 1992 graduate thesis.”

It’s a bit hard to move on from that kind of headline, but that’s exactly what I did because it scared the crap out of me. Anyone who believes that American children are an “environmental hazard” needs to be locked up in an insane asylum.

Joe Biden needs to retract this nominee. However, we all know Joe isn’t in his right frame of mind these days and probably doesn’t know he nominated this insane woman.

I’m not moving on from calling out crazy Joe Biden.

No siree!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Last night, I watched ‘Tucker Carlson Tonight’ online and chatted back and forth with other watchers on a social media site.

Tucker has a way of calling people out, and I love it. Last night, he called out the hypocrisy of Don Lemon of CNN. It was epic.

What was interesting … in addition to the facts about Lemon’s nearly all white neighborhood and his multi-million dollar home and his white significant other … was his cookie jar.

They say a photo is worth a thousand words.

The next time this racist, hater, liar at CNN preaches about ‘white privilege,’ shoot back a copy of his cookie jar that is in his kitchen. That should shut him up!

~CE

It was the summer of 1989. I took my first trip all by myself to New England and the place of my birth.

Flying into Boston, I picked up a rental car and started my drive to where I would be staying for a couple of days with a relative. The drive was spectacular, and I managed to get lost twice – once leaving Boston and once outside of Salem. I found that strangers were only too happy to get me back on the right path.

I loved visiting the property/beach once owned by my grandfather. The cottage was still there with new owners who restored it to it’s original beauty. So were two other houses – one known as the “castle” where my great uncle lived. The rest of the beach was dotted with newer homes. Lots of them with wonderful views. I wish we had the property today.

Leaving for the coast of Maine proved to be something out of a storybook. I had mapped my trip to take roads off the Interstate so I could stop more easier for ice cream or sightseeing. The day was gorgeous; the views breathtaking.

As I was driving, I realized that Kennebunkport wasn’t that far off the mapped out path. So, off I went to see the lovely New England town that was known for the Bush family spending time at their summer home.

As I drove into the town, I got lost. Completely. Ahead of me was a tour bus, so I decided to follow the bus because what better way to see Kennebunkport than behind a tour bus full of tourist. Right?

The drive was awesome. I wanted to live in one of the houses, stay at one of the B&B’s or the grand hotel with the most spectacular view I had ever seen. That’s when it happened.

Traffic came to a halt. Men were walking everywhere. Men in black wearing dark sun glasses were directing traffic. What? What?

I was going to ask for directions when it hit me why there were so many men in black wearing dark sun glasses. Looking over to my right I saw it –  the Bush house with the Bush family inside or maybe on the beach or maybe sailing. I was gobsmacked!

The freakin’ Bush family was in Kennebunkport, and the men in black were Secret Service agents. Yikes!

There was no time to ask questions as the men in black were directing traffic to keep moving, which I did, and promptly got lost again.

Two hours later, I was back on track and made it to my next destination in Maine.

Three weeks later, I was back in Florida having spent my vacation in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts.

To this day, I still think about the places I visited and the sights I saw not just by myself, but with family members I had a chance to visit while on vacation.

I’ve never been back to New England, the place of my birth. I miss it to this very day.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

I thought I saw your face today,
in the sparkle of the morning sun.
And then I heard the angel say,
“Their work on earth is done.”

I thought I heard your voice today,
then laugh your hearty laugh.
And then I heard the angel say,
“There’s peace dear one at last.”

I thought I felt your touch today,
in the breeze that rustled by.
And then I heard the angel say,
“The spirit never dies.”

I thought I saw my broken heart,
in the crescent of the moon.
And then I heard the angel say,
“The Lord is coming soon.”

I thought that you had left me,
for the stars so far above.
And then I heard the angel say,
“They left you with their love.”

I thought that I would miss you so,
and never find my way.
And then I heard the angel say,
“They’re with you every day.”

The sun, the wind, the moon, the stars,
will forever be around,
reminding you of the love you shared,
and the peace they’ve finally found.

By Bobbi Davies