IT IS A STRANGE NEW WORLD THAT WE ARE NOW LIVING

Presidents Day

Walked to White Bridge and back. One Mile goal. check off.

Goals reached, new lists to start of other new goals.

Working hard on exercises at home. Iced myself after the walk. Just to ease my right knee's anxiety. 

Beautiful almost spring day. Spring calls of the birds are starting. But yes, It is still February.

Time of healing drags on. Days feel like months. The stretcher out days are all the same. Inside my house, at my computer listening to Rosanne Cash's Black Cadillac. 

I wonder what space is like. Space is now the place for astronauts, and famous rich people. People who would rather pay millions for a fifteen minute ride than feed the starving people of this world.

  

Need I say more?

 “legitimate political discourse.”

Need I say more about the attitude  of the Republicans'  hatred of the above words used by Democrat's to describe last years forceful takeover of The Capital. 

Better Safe than Sorry Blues

 

It is a very cold morning outside and I sit inside sipping my morning coffee. I am still in the healing mode. Yes, it is getting old and so am I. But, day by day I get stronger. Tiny baby steps indeed. But with this pandemic, and new variants coming out every few months, I ask myself what is my rush?

Ok, I hate having no place to go. No excitement in our lives. Same thing everyday. Again and again, the days repeat themselves.

“You are not going to be perfect every day.

It’s about turning up the next day and doing it again.”

- Krista Tippett

I reason with myself, that isolation is better than sickness. I wear a mask everywhere even though I have had two covid shots and one booster. Better safe than sorry.