A Rabbit Hole Of Thoughts 🐇 Yikes Rabbits 🐇🐇

 Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar.  They thus far have an awful lot of grandchildren that they will never be able to have much of a connection with because we all only have so much time and energy in life and they have so many grandchildren.  (They currently have 39 grandchildren with two more on the way and eight more children who do not yet have and are not yet expecting any children.) In all reality, this sounds very unappealing.  I think having a connection with grandparents in their lives is an important and beneficial thing for children.  Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar have too many to be able to give much of themselves to all of them. 

As for myself, I would rather have children who are their happiest version of themselves, even if it means that I will never have any grandchildren.  

There is some entropy taking place again with my possessions in storage.  I’ll get around to re-establishing order in these places when I feel like it and I am ready.  Someday maybe I will actually have a lasting empty nest, and I won’t have to keep all my own things in such limited spaces.  Or I will have to keep working on having less stuff. 🫤 

I had two different and completely unrelated experiences with crossing paths with a lady named Virginia Charles.  The first was when she was leaving a job and I was starting a new job taking her place.  We spent a day together before she left this job.  This was early in 2018.  I learned at that time that there were two other jobs that we previously had both interviewed for.  She ended up being hired for one of those jobs and I was hired for the other.  Then in the summer of 2024, we both ended up serving a day together as potential jurors for our town’s local court for a serious criminal case trial.  We ended up sitting next to each other and talking to each other during an afternoon break when the attorneys were making decisions about who to select as jurors for the trial.  During this break, I didn’t recognize and realize who she was.  I only figured this out when we were back in the courtroom and her name was called as a selected juror and she walked to the front to take a seat along with the other selected jurors.  I think I was not selected as a juror because I opened my mouth because I was sitting near the front near the defense attorney.  The previous day we had all been told that the most likely way to be selected as a juror was to just remain quiet and not say anything during the jury selection process that would take place the next day.  On day two of our jury service, the defense attorney asked a lot of questions of the large pool of potential jurors.  One of the questions that he asked was why we believed that cases needed to be proved beyond a reasonable doubt, and not beyond a shadow of a doubt.  I volunteered an answer and said that this was because anybody could come up with any number of crazy hypothetical reasons why something might or might not be true.  From all the discussion that day, it seemed clear that his main defense for his client was going to be that there may have been an error and a false result to the blood alcohol and drug testing that had been administered to the defendant.  Anyway, I have gone off topic.  I thought that Virginia Charles was a very nice and intelligent lady both times that I met her.  I don’t believe that during our jury duty, she ever recalled or had any clue that I was someone that she had previously crossed paths with.  I only realized this myself when hearing her full name when she was selected as a juror.  I consider myself lucky to have oddly crossed paths with her in a couple random and completely unconnected ways.  This seems to me like it would be an unlikely thing to happen.  I thought she was a very friendly, nice and intelligent person.  One thing that was a little disappointing was that prior to our second meeting, I had learned that she was politically conservative and if I remember correctly, a Trump supporter.  This certainly could have changed.  I have no idea.  This makes me think about one of the many reasons why I want Trump to go away.  His existence and people’s belief in him should never have to cause any friction between good people who otherwise would just share connections of appreciation and respect.  She is definitely not the only person that I like and believe to be a good person who has been a Trump supporter.  I know people who truly did believe Trump’s false claim that the 2020 presidential election was rigged and stolen from him.  I think it is wise to not let beliefs about Trump interfere with good relationships.  I wonder what percentage of Americans have this theme of division over beliefs about Trump with others with whom they would otherwise have very respectful and harmonious relationships?  I prefer to just distance myself from concern or discussion about anyone else’s beliefs and approval of or support for Donald Trump.  At least with people that I know anyway. 

Covid ebbed and released its hold on our lives and then Donald Trump came back again.

I just had a thought about Gypsy Rose.  I believe she was a young woman who just had to take care of herself and not allow her sick mother to have control of her for the rest of her life.  From her perspective and experience, she was completely trapped with no other way to escape her situation, other than her mother no longer being around to control her existence.  She had the right to fight for her own life and I am happy for her that she did.

And to the present day Republicans of the U.S. government, fight for yourselves I say.  Don’t be swallowed into your boss’s narcissistic world of self grandeur, detachment from reality and retaliation against all who cross him.  He is mentally ill.  Don’t build your positions, loyalties and courses of action upon that.  

“Ah!  A poisoned apple!”  This was a silly dramatic exclamation from an imaginative and playful preschool girl.  That is what my silly little Olivia said one day when I gave her an apple with her lunch.  

I have added to this entry from 9/29/25 on 10/20/25.  It was originally just about Jimbob and Michelle Duggar.