It’s pretty rare when my excitement meter explodes. Actually, I can’t remember the last time it happened. Until today. Everything started out normal. The only excitement was that the 2022 MLS season opened today and Portland had a game on TV at 5 pm. Fun, but hardly meter exploding. At halftime Iqbal decided to go get our dinner. I expected him home about fifteen minutes into the second half (60th minute). At the 75th minute, I started to think he’d…
02-22-22 It has been sunny, today, but I haven’t been. The lyrics to Rainy Days and Mondays come to mind. Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old Sometimes I’d like to quit Nothin’ ever seems to fit Hangin’ around Nothin’ to do but frown . . . What I’ve got they used to call the blues Nothin’ is really wrong Feelin’ like I don’t belong Walkin’ around Some kind of lonely clown . . . This totally fits me. More so…
Not today. The sun is out today. Yesterday the rain poured down and, off and on all week, it’s been grim and cloudy. Since I am most definitely solar powered, that means my energy level hovered around “0” and I didn’t get much done. 😢 Timbers made it to the playoffs, but, alas, did not win. They played in that pouring rain. They made an exciting goal in the final 15 seconds to tie the game, but it ended up…
I was going to post photos of me in 2011 and 2021, but the older photos are not on Flickr or my computer. I am assuming they are either on my other computer or on a disk. I need to write in the morning, I think. My son called. I love talking to him. We converse about things no one else either of knows talks about. But we talked about two hours and whatever I was planning to write is…
It was a steady, visible rain, not a misty rain. Other than to note that, I didn’t pay much attention. The day before, and all week, was an off and on rain. I remember wondering earlier in the week where had the birds gone. Staying out of the rain, obviously. Today the birds are playing. From my chair in the living room, I am watching them flit around in the bare cherry tree, fly away, return. I think they are…
My pareidolia leaf elf is gone, as is the bright cheer of my red maple. Actually, the day is more brown, green, and gray. Brown tree trunks and unfallen dead leaves, green evergreens and moss and lichens, and gray clouds. In the front there’s also a lot of blacktop. Even mid-day, without the lights turned on, my living room is dark. Daylight lightbulbs help. Although our yard maintenance guy tidied the yard as best he could, I cut back my…
I looked up from my reading, out into the cherry tree outside the window, and saw an elf chatting to no one in particular. My over drawing doesn’t do justice to what I actually see. Plus there is a gentle wind that animates him. He was all I saw live, but the photo shows a lot more pareidolia. Now I also see more live. And I just looked up and saw a different, more feminine looking elf in the same…
SAD, But Not Sad Drizzle away. That’s what time does in autumn. For me anyway. It is a major struggle to get anything done. Last year was easier. I got through the whole of fall and winter without meds. This year I’m going to need the help. And that makes me sort of angry, but not really. It’s a physical thing. Something about lack of light decreases the function of serotonin and no matter how positive I try to be,…
3 p.m. I love being solar powered in the late spring and summer. It’s a bit more difficult as the cloudy, rainy weather of autumn and winter settle in. I think I could almost literally hibernate. I really love Oregon for all its greenness, but I remember Colorado living up to “sunshine 360 days of the year.” We lived in Colorado for only two years, but I can’t remember a dreary day. It usually rained every day at about three…
Tuesday My website is was down. Apparently the host was down, ‘cause I couldn’t get there to check what the problem was. And because my mail is through my website, that was down, too. If it isn’t a little, it’s a lot. So this Open Live Writer is handy. I can get a post all written and it’ll be ready to publish as soon as my site’s available. . . . Later Not that I got anything written. I got…