See, what happened was *gestures wildly all around with my mini American flag* and that set me back as I took time to recover. January 6’s insurrection was exhausting then saddening then maddening, all leading to curling up again in the super soft blankie for days, then time warped until January 20, then hope! BIG sighs of relief! The narcissist is gone. So, too, then the daily triggers reminiscent of past experiences. Oh, how I enjoy boring government press briefings that could put a sloth to sleep and not checking the news every five minutes to make sure a nuclear attack isn’t starting because someone’s tiny feelings got hurt. I’m calm and relax-y and I think, “I miss my blog!” so I sign into WordPress and…. *faints*…. my last post was January 5. I was just saying last night to someone how I feel like somehow a week or two disappeared into the ether — are they in a lost and found box somewhere?Read More
I have always loved pretty papers and notecards (see: sampling above). I’ve eagerly scrawled my thoughts and dreams neatly to pen pals and sent holiday and birthday wishes to people in my world. Even before COVID, I’d started to get pulled away from that, lured by the fastidiousness and immediacy of technology in a world that seemed to be spinning out of control. I was becoming assimilated despite my protestations that I never would. I knew email wasn’t the same as paper, but time and busy and…
Enough of that nonsense.Read More
The journey is always ongoing. Change is constant. Some particular changes have been or were made, or continued to be in progress. Lessons learned, then learned again… and again. COVID came along and the path to change became a moving walkway at the airport. Welcome to your destination, a lot sooner than you intended to arrive.Read More
On December 16, I walked through quiet and empty streets during the first real snowstorm in 2 years. It’s not every day you can walk in the middle of a road unencumbered. And who knows when it will snow again?
The plows had been through but the snow continued to cover the lanes they created. My boots crunched the icy coating sleet topped the flakes with. It turned back to all snow and continued to fall through early Thursday. After about 6 inches this time, I’m hoping for much more this Winter.
My favorite photo is not always the best one I’ve taken recently. It can be one that’s imperfect in composition perhaps but still manages to perfectly capture how I was feeling or something I want to remember, like my first date this year with snow.
DSF’s Photo of the Month is published on the last Sunday of each month.