Part of my PhD education was in history of childhood (Anglo-American). For hundreds of years, parents were devastated when their infants and kiddos died of diphtheria, tuberculosis, scarlet fever, mumps. Or when babies were born with horrible, untreatable disabilities + Because the mom had or was exposed to rubella (German measles). Beloved siblings, friends, neighbors died or were disfigured from smallpox. In a time before decent care for the disabled, being blinded, losing hearing, developing other post-illness disabilities was catastrophic

There are two (2) raccoons at least. I do not have skills, tools, materials, knowledge, or patience to properly board over the ceiling holes but i did the best i could. My arm hurts like fuck from having all my nerves & veins pinched off while my arm was extended. I am so tired Of dealing with this. I don't know how to fix it. I can't afford to hire a raccoon trapper guy. No one seems to know a guy with a gun who wants to shoot raccoons. I'm about one more sleepless night away from murdering them with a fucking claw hammer. But then more will show up

It is my mom's birthday. She would be 75.
If you can do something kind for someone today, please do it. @cheryl_marlin and @astrotoya could use some help (in search of
Enfamil AR for her little baby!)
@jaymanji_ could also use some help! Or your local animal shelter! Or just go one step out of your way for someone. Hold a door for a person with a stroller or carrying something. Compliment a stranger. Stick up for trans & queer kids. Wear a mask in public. Neighborly stuff.
My mom was pretty great. And funny. She loved disney stuff & cats.