As the Mind Wanders

The skies that were blue when I got up this morning have turned to gray. They are kind of meditative colored, I think. Gray is a rather soothing color, as long as it doesn’t hover over us for too many days in a row.

My mind is wandering this morning. It has no destination, it is not following a path, it’s just meandering aimlessly. Probably hiding from the news, because it’s growing so weary of the news.

I think WordPress is flexing its muscles, showing me who’s in charge. It allows me to “like” only some of the blogs I follow. It’s done this before and gotten over it, so I’m hoping it gets over it soon as I’m growing weary of it. I don’t always have words to say about a post, but I like to let people know I stopped by.

It would seem there’s more than one thing I’m growing weary of. Sigh. I sigh a lot these years.

I’m taking a bit of a holiday from life. Well, parts of it. Cutting back on news because. Mental health. We loosen restrictions, new cases of Covid increase. I’ll stay here, thank you. By myself.

I hope the current protests against racism actually cause some changes to be made. I feel like this is a rerun from years gone by, although this time feels a little different. More fervor, perhaps. More unity, perhaps.

I’ve been craving lemony something. Maybe I’ll make some lemon cookies today – I found a recipe online that looks good.

How did we ever get by without internet? I mean, you needed so many paper books of all kinds – encyclopedias, cookbooks, how-to books. Now it’s all here in my laptop, or my iPad, or my phone. Concise, precise, ask and I’ll show you the way, Google says. Google has found some good recipes for me, whatever its control issues might be. Ot whatever issues those that are here to protect (?) us might say it has.

Speaking of being protected – I’m not feeling terribly protected these years. I’m feeling kind of – neglected. Not by those important in my personal life, but by those who make the rules about my life. How about you?

I have a white dog, and a white cat, and an orange and white cat. They are all shedding. To top it off, the dog is a lab, the ruling breed when it comes to shedding, I think. So guess what you will always take home with you if you visit my house? I won’t charge you for it – some things in life truly are free.

White cat is feeling a need to check out, quite thoroughly I might add, the grocery bags that are waiting to be taken back to the car. White cat often feels a need to check many things out, quite thoroughly. She was born in Thailand, and she has a lot of those Siamese qualities. Including the voice, and the freedom to use it. She and dog work together when they think it’s time to get out of bed. I am never included in that decision making.

The skies are still gray. Hmm, it would seems I’ve now wandered full circle.

Wishing you a life with enough. Enough of the good stuff, that is.