Life continues to be chaotic.
Too much to do in too little time.
Too much uncertainty.
Good intentions however.
Looking for something on my desk, I ran across this note.
Not sure when or why I wrote this.
My scribbling tells me that I was in a hurry.
That seems to the state of my life these days.
OK, I need to breathe deeply and enjoy the view from my window.
Everything is OK.
I want to share these sweet little eggs.
I took this photo in a garden shop.
The eggs are fake. Still, they evoke a sense of tenderness and yearning in me.
I want to live in a little cottage in a beautiful place where life is peaceful.
With little nests, butterflies and fragrant flowers….
It’s been a hard week.
Actually, a hard year or so.
This pandemic drags on.
I am upset that my friends are losing their jobs, moving away.
And of course, there are the countless deaths.
Oregon hospitals are bringing in temporary morgues (KGW8 9/3/2021)
Idaho morgues are running out of space. (Washington Post 9/25/2021 issue)
I am weary.
“And like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out.”
~~Gloucester (Henry VI Part 3, Act III scene ii) Shakespeare
Seattle is home to Amazon.
Like him or not, Jeff Bezos changed the world of retail and made a pretty penny along the way.
I remember when he first started and was not making any money with his ventures.
Who knew that he would give new meaning to the word amazon?
Continue reading “Signs from Seattle”I ventured into the local branch of my bank yesterday.
This has been my bank for over a decade.
All of the tellers were new.
I needed a photo ID to make a deposit and check on my balance.
The branch manager was new.
Gone are the days of walking in and chatting with the tellers and/or the branch manager.
Also gone are the days of running into the bank’s employees at the Farmers’ Market or around town.
They don’t live here.
They are just passing through.
I know that I should be grateful that the bank is still open when so many branch offices are closed.
Also, I should be grateful that I can walk into the branch without an appointment.
Yet, I miss the old days.
The staff knew me and I knew them.
Sigh.
What’s so hard about wearing a mask?
I wear one while exercising at the gym.
I wear one dining in a restaurant until my food is served.
I wear one in my drawing class.
Wherever I go, I am happy to do my part.
I don’t like wearing a mask but I accept wearing it for the greater good.
I wish everyone else felt the same.
I don’t cry very much.
In fact, I wish I could cry easily and more often.
Over the years I have learned to maintain control.
My emotions are contained.
I wear a happy face.
Masks and sunglasses have helped maintain my facade.
Unless I am in church. Then my guard is down and tears come easily.
“Amazing Grace” did it for me this past Sunday.
The healing grace of a good cry.
Does a body good.
Coffee latte with cardamom and flower petals
Yummy on a cool fall day.
More calories than caffeine.
I’m a sucker for anything with cardamom.
What’s your favorite coffee?
You don’t have to be a physicist to identify a black hole.
Nor do you have to be a scientist to deal with one.
All that is needed is determination and resolve.
I think. I hope.
Thursday is the day I was born, eons ago in a galaxy far, far away.
Not really eons ago and not really in a galaxy far, far away. Continue reading “Thursday’s Child”
Lori Greer in Portland 