a world of unique beings
home alone, alive
I’m 69 years old. I’ve outlived both of my parents, David Bowie, and Prince for starters. That’s not to say I’m free of health challenges possibly jeopardizing my own longevity, it’s just to say I am here and I am grateful especially in light of the seemingly impending doom surrounding the world at the moment. We’re not doomed but the wakeup call is duly noted.
safe at the moment
I’m grateful to be in this safe place with Kim, both physically untouched by the horrific pandemic at least for now. Watching news and witnessing the death of thousands in real time is the current reality. I’m sad for those losing loved ones to this wildfire. And I’m sad for those on the front line fighting a seemingly impossible fight in light of the sorry state of affairs when it comes to our nation’s utter lack of preparedness for such a crisis. Our leaders’ priorities are not at all in line with the needs of our nation.
I could say more but since it’s all been said before, I doubt you want to hear it. I know I don’t want to say it. There’s more to life than the misery we’re witnessing – there has to be!
something Jack said
I am finding it nearly impossible to think about anything other than our immediate global crisis. Even so, it is therapeutic to distract myself by writing about other, more mundane topics.
Part of survival is the realization that focusing only on dire straits (such as the current crisis represents) can be a sure path to going insane. We need balance. Life goes on despite it all and experience tells me distraction is a key to survival. It works for me anyway. It always has. Whether it’s writing about or only thinking about something other than the immediate global crisis, it’s important to find balance – therapeutic indeed.
What’s the point if we can’t use our limited time here on earth doing what we find meaningful and accomplishing those things we’ve set out to do before our time is up! We’re all vulnerable and that’s the perfect reason to do what we do while we still can in my opinion.
Stay safe and stay sane.
the thrill of the game
Imagine the chance to live out your wildest dreams. Fulfillment’s a long shot but you could buy a chance. Just imagining a win is exciting. The pleasure center triggers the imagination as the thrill of the game sets in. The odds of hitting the big one are remote but imagining the power to change everything makes the game fun, unless of course, one can’t afford the price of admission.
on the street
Henry hit the streets at the end of a long journey and came to appreciate being homeless leaving his old life behind with no regrets. Life is less complicated now. A buck will buy a burger if one passes on the thought of buying a life-changing chance at the window down the street. Such a change is the last thing on Henry’s mind. He’d been there before and remembers what happened.
A burger would hit the spot ’bout now.
Hello friends. I’m just checking in to shed some light on why this kinda thriving daily curation habit of mine came to an abrupt halt recently. The good news is I’m here and particularly thankful to be able to say that.
I became ill a week ago today and though I was unable to function (literally), scheduled posts continued to auto publish to the dailywebthing linkport (through the 21st) and daily pointers (through the 18th). I’m still on the mend and hope to be back in the swing of things soon. For now, it’s baby steps while I’m still recuperating and since feeling better is my key priority, chances are it’ll all take some time.
But please, do stay tuned because this is what I love to do and I ain’t dead yet. Love ya!
Kudos to Orion Township for negotiating and implementing a new waste/recycling program for all residents that brings our costs way down (compared to using private trash haulers on our own). And now I know what they meant by “semi-automated collection trucks” – pretty neat!