Boy the news cycle changes fast these days, doesn’t it? From a virus, to lockdowns, to opening/closing schools, to chaos in city streets, to wildfires, to hurricanes, and the sad death of a Supreme Court Justice. Whew. I’m out of breath. Continue reading “Is It Me?”
Last week was the first time I returned to the blogging world in a little over two months, and I posted a deep, heavy subject about control. This week I thought I’d go with a lighter subject to share a little bit about what I’ve been up to, and maybe even a tiny spark of hope.
Thank you for this past Sunday, for the vibrant sky, and the refreshing hint of spring, soon to awaken and beautify.
Every year as January 1st draws near, I hear some people say, “I can’t wait to start the new year. Thank God this one is almost over.”
I’ve been writing over the past few posts about how I’m not as nice as I believed. I learned this on our vacation in South Dakota. I have further proof.
I have some funny insights to share from my trip to South Dakota, but I’m not sure everyone gets my sense of humor. For today, I’ll post some of our sight seeing experiences.
With our dog, Max in the backseat, we planned to drive 8 hours the first day, 5 hours the next.
For the first time in many years of driving-travel, we left right on the time we set for ourselves. Yay! We drove 50 miles when I realized I forgot something. Guess what I left behind?
In the movie Dead Poet’s Society, the teacher instructs his class to stand on their desks for a new perspective. Their surprise is apparent as they step up and take a fresh look at their familiar surroundings from this new vantage point.
I find Nature’s instinct and changes fascinating. Never afraid of what lies behind the corner as It dies and gives life once again.
Last summer I took lots of pictures of berries.
Even after many years living in the south, I still didn’t forget what it was like to live in the great white north. Except, some little things did slip my mind. There have also been new developments that I’ve needed to learn.
You knew it was coming…my observations on life and the differences between the two states where I’ve lived. First half of my life I lived in Illinois . . .