Sharing again today, because I feel like putting words on paper – virtual paper. Because maybe it will be a bit of an escape from the US on fire right now. On fire because we talk a lot about change, but seem to do nothing other than talk.
it ever okay to commit a crime? Please explain. That word “okay” is bothering me. No, it’s really not okay. But is it ever understandable? Yes. In times of hunger with no way to get food – if my kids were starving, or even if I was starving, I think I would resort to stealing for survival.
Do you deal with change well? (not money, because I know some wit out there is thinking how bulky coins are. Well I did any how. ) Some changes yes. In times such as these, what I am not dealing well with is our failure to change – every time something bad happens – the unwarranted death of yet another person, school shootings, riots – we talk a lot about changing, but we don’t ever seem to do it. Apparently we’ve learned nothing since the 50s, 60s, 90s, any of our history. Okay, so much for this distracting my mind.
Do you like birds? The sound of bird song in the morning, taking pictures of them, as food? I like birdsong, I like watching the birds, I used to take more pictures than I do now. But I used to put out food for them too – sometimes you just gotta choose what you spend your money on, so now I don’t. But I’ve planted over the years to provide food for some of the birds. As far as eating them – no. Poultry, occasionally, but not a priority for me.
What’s the least used item of clothing you own? A pair of sparkly pants and a gold lame top I bought many years ago. My lifestyle hasn’t called for that kind of dressing up in a long, long time. Oh, and my swimsuit. Because. Age. Girth. Vanity.
If you care to share, what are you grateful for? I guess these days I’m grateful I live in a rural area, where Covid-19 has hit mildly, riots do not happen when the farmers protest about water issues, life is quiet. I’m grateful my kids are safe, my friends are safe. I’m grateful I have my furry babies for company and comfort. I’m grateful I have my eyesight, hobbled as it is by cataracts soon to be taken care of, so I can do my hobbies – my weaving, my painting, my reading. I am grateful I have enough.