Names, bracketed by dates
Oh, my aching head! I took the day off from newsfeeds, and when I stumble back within range, what do I learn? Well, predictable things. The Prez has refuted the testimony (was that only yesterday) of the former FBI guy. Claims that it is all lies, that none of it happened, and if it did it happened in another way. There really are parallel universes! So, what’s next?
I really should get out more, but I’m on a roll with my ever-expanding dataset. No longer focused on me; I’m looking at the roots of people that have grown up in the same forest. I will find more cousins. Just a matter of time. Meanwhile, I’m forced to accept that a significant number of people that I have met along the way are now just names bracketed by dates. The phrase “so young!” starts to mean something.
I’m here with the dog, and now I have to choose a movie that will entertain and inform (us). Not that easy. Perhaps I’ll relegate the dog to “a snoring sound in the background” and look for something that I want to watch. In truth, it’s been a long time since I watched the good titles, like American Grafitti or Romeo And Juliet. Is my age showing? Perhaps I should settle for some TV watching; I do remember how to use the remote controls (yes, plural; some things never change).
Meanwhile, outside the skies are grey/drippy. No moon pictures for me, this time around. Seems like we’ve had enough rain to start the garden season.
