(Thursday, January 8, 2026)
The day before the murder of Renee Good, I spent two hours scraping ice off of my sidewalk and driveway. Removing ICE. “Get the fuck out of Minneapolis,” as Mayor Frey said.
Synchronicity: Mind
(Wednesday, January 7, 2026)
This morning I went to a Dementia Friends Minnesota meeting in Richfield. It was good. I actually taught the social workers a few things they did not yet know about dementia. This afternoon I walked to our Chinese restaurant (Xin Wong) and bought a dinner for us. After eating my broccoli meal I opened a fortune cookie. It said: “There are no limitations to the mind except those we acknowledge.”
Thursday, January 8: I have been trying to find a chiropractor who would do TENS (electrical) treatment for me but so far no luck. I emailed my Chinese acupuncture doctor last night about studies I had seen on the NIH and he agreed to start changing my treatment from manual to electrical acupuncture. A relief, as I have a recent verbal decline. I will still probably buy my own TENS equipment.
This fortune cookie reminds me of the left and right side of the brain.
Synchronicity: Child Grief
(Thursday, January 8, 2026)
My recent dream that included Rick as a ghost reminded me of his loss of his mother at a young age. In Minneapolis yesterday, a six-year-old boy lost his mother. She was murdered by ICE. Minneapolis schools are closed today because ICE attacked Roosevelt High School a few hours after the murder on 34th and Portland.
Yesterday I had shortness of breath and when I heard about another Minneapolis murder, I knew why. Grief and anxiety. Horror.