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@JReeves74883 @FITNESS__WINS Or…your hormones are out of whack (especially females). Can be due to stress, bad food, lack of exercise, bad thyroid, over-clocked adrenals, side effects of meds, etc. Lumping everyone overweight together as people who lack self-control is ignorant at best. Some, yes. Not all

@FITNESS__WINS I can't lose weight... So sick of hearing that shit. Anyone saying that lacks self control, that's all it is.

I've tried everything I can't lose weight YOU CAN 💪

@SketchesbyBoze In my 40s here 👋. My hobbies currently include paint-by-number landscapes, reading about women and historical medical practices in medieval societies, and listening to the Gettysburg movie original soundtrack (1993) on loop.

Too many people in their 30s and 40s are afraid of being out of step with the youth. You *should* be out of step with the youth. You need to be discovering very niche genres of music. You need to develop a fixation with an historical era. Welcome to being gloriously uncool.

@educatedandfree What an exceptionally deprived childhood to not have seen the animated 1985 version narrated by Meryl Streep. 😔

As part of a composition lesson, I gave - copy of “The Velveteen Rabbit” to my 13-14 year-old 8th grade students, then read it to them. Some of them had never heard it. They were silent, enraptured: remembering. At the end, one asked, “Why are you reading this kids story about a toy to us?” And I said, “Because it’s not a kids story about a toy. It’s a story about how only love can imbue you with a soul and that love requires much of us, but gives much more in return.” Total silence. Even if their compositions —telling a story about a possession to which they attach strong emotion— aren’t great, the assignment will have been worth it because we got to read “The Velveteen Rabbit” together.

@MBHINNJ @LyndaNJPatriot Ah. I see. Ok

@Mich_MHA @LyndaNJPatriot Taking Rt 17 all the way to route 3 and then rt 3 east is usually hella traffic.

@LearnClashAI @JoeHollinsVet My 3x great-grandfather was born that year. 🤯

@JoeHollinsVet Born around 1832. The electromagnetic telegraph hadn't been invented yet. Photography was years away. Darwin hadn't published Origin of Species. One tortoise, the entire arc of modern civilization. Rest easy Jonathan 🐢

@MBHINNJ @LyndaNJPatriot Why are you taking the GSP to go that short of a distance?! Backroads, through Rochelle Park and Garfield, or going via Rt. 17 to Rt. 46 is free - and much faster during the rush.

@LyndaNJPatriot Tolls are getting out of control yesterday to go 10 miles from Paramus to Clifton and back on the Garden State Parkway was over $8

Warren Buffet: "I can end the deficit in five minutes. You juts pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than 3% of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for reelection."

My partner thinks I’m wasting my mornings. Every Thursday at 9:00 AM, I park in the gravel lot outside Maple Grove Assisted Living. I don’t have family there. I don’t have an appointment. I just walk into the common room, settle into a comfortable chair, and begin to crochet. I’m 65, a retired librarian, and these days I have more time than I know what to do with. At first, the staff were unsure about me. “Are you here to see someone, ma’am?” they’d ask. “No,” I’d reply. “Just working on my yarn.” Eventually, they stopped questioning it. I think they decided I was harmless—just a slightly odd visitor passing the time. But I wasn’t just sitting there. I was observing. I noticed how the residents moved quietly through the halls, often alone, eyes lowered, as if trying not to take up too much space. Then one day, they began to notice me. Some would pause mid-step, watching my hands move the hook through the yarn. A woman named Agnes was the first to speak. “That stitch is all wrong,” she said one morning. “You’re absolutely right,” I smiled. “I’m terrible at this. Want to show me how to do it properly?” She hesitated. “Oh, my hands aren’t what they used to be. It’s been years.” “Perfect,” I said, sliding another hook toward her. “Then we can be bad at it together.” She sat down. Within minutes, her hands found a rhythm again—one her memory had claimed was long gone. **The Circle Grows** The next Thursday, Agnes returned with two friends. Soon, it became a small group. Then a larger one. Eventually, the staff cleared a corner of the library just for us. They called it the “Yarn Circle,” but crochet wasn’t really the point. We talked—about old films, how the town looked decades ago, and how nobody liked the Thursday mystery casserole. Slowly, something shifted. Women who once spent their days in silence began dressing up again—adding jewelry, fixing their hair—just to come to our gatherings. One resident, Lillian, whom the nurses described as “non-verbal,” surprised everyone. One afternoon, she started describing, in detail, a sweater she had made for her son back in 1954—every stitch, every pattern. Meanwhile, we accumulated a growing pile of uneven, brightly colored hats. “What are we going to do with all of these?” Lillian asked one day. “Someone out there needs them,” I replied. So we sent them to a nearby outreach center for foster children. Month after month, boxes went out—filled with handmade hats created by women the world had mostly forgotten, for children the world hadn’t fully embraced. **The Gift of Purpose** Last fall, a young social worker visited us. She brought a photo of teenagers at a cold-weather camp, all wearing our colorful, mismatched hats. She pointed to a boy in the back. “He told me he’s never owned anything brand new before,” she said. “He found a tag inside his hat that read: ‘Handmade by Lillian, age 87. You matter.’ He hasn’t taken it off in weeks. He said it feels like someone out there cares about him.” Lillian’s eyes filled with tears. The room fell quiet. **The True Meaning** My partner still shakes his head when I pick up my yarn bag. To him, it’s a long drive just to sit with strangers and make things nobody asked for. Agnes passed away peacefully last Tuesday. At her service, her son held my hand tightly. “My mother lived for those Thursdays,” he said softly. “For a few hours every week, she wasn’t just a patient. She was a creator again. You gave her something she thought she’d lost.” The group still meets. Ten women now, ages ranging from 71 to 95, making imperfect hats for children who need to feel seen. I’m not doing anything extraordinary. I’m just sitting in a sunlit room, crocheting alongside people who were once lonely. But I’ve come to understand something important: sometimes, the smallest acts of connection can mean everything. Credit:Chris Squire

Round two. House lawmakers just advanced HR7567 to shield pesticide companies from liability. Apparently these companies don't think it is fair vaccine companies get to injure and kill with impunity and they don't. Please contact your members of Congress and tell them you oppose HR 7567! congress.gov/119/bills/hr75…

Once our farmland is gone… there’ll be no getting it back. Solar panels belong on malls and parking lots. Not on farmland.

If you retweet this, something good will definitely happen within this month🍀

@lady_valor_07 18 for me!

7 for me!

"Show me a man that gets rich by being a politician, and I'll show you a crook." —Harry S. Truman

The idea that our tax dollars are going towards Members of Congress paying off their victims of sexual abuse is disgusting. Release the names immediately.

@MubaraqUmarr If she needed to punish her family’s once deeply loyal bannermen, then should have either lopped off their heads or sent them to the Wall. By relying on dragon fire she merely proved to everyone that she was indeed the Mad King’s daughter. Her wildfire just had a living source

@MonroeDavis74 @Uc_heyy02 Same! If there’s penicillin on hand though we’re golden! 💪

@Uc_heyy02 I’m good as long as he doesn’t get his wound infected again.

Trial by combat. Your birth month is your champion. Are you surviving?

@Uc_heyy02 Depends who he’s up against. Most fighters? Fine. I live. A cut leading to an infection? ☠️

@drkeithsiau WHY is it swelling up like that?! Too fast for bacterial gases, not connected to anything, like air flow, to puff it up, so…WHY AND HOW?! 😱😱😱

What structure is shown here?

@AuthorGFAllen Yup. James Joyce and Italo Calvino.

Have you ever finished a book and thought, “Yeah… I’m NEVER reading anything by this person again.”