Returning to blogster is like I had never left. The same battles are being fought by the same people, all whom have vowed to never forget nor forgive. The same hurt feelings. But then, I guess there is a comfort in that some things never change.
It has been a very good week, albeit a hectic one. We had guests over the weekend, which I am not used to. I am not much of an entertainer and don’t know what to do in the lulls. But medical science rode to my rescue. Much of the meds I take put me to sleep shortly after taking them, so I have a mid morning nap and a post prandial nap.
It gave me time to slip into the internet for brief periods, but not enough to compose thoughtful replies. So many of you got one-liners. Tough. I can’t always be on.
I am building a fairy house in my small front garden. Yeah. You heard me right. A fairy house. See? I do have a softer, gentler side.
I have a tree that has been badly pruned, and I like the idea of model building outdoors. This is my inspiration, although I can’t figure out what the dark things are hanging off the rope bridge. My bridge wont have those.
But it will have a nice two story cottage with a light in it and a proper front porch garden, and a stone path leading to the path to my front door.
I have grown so weak from my sedentary life that it is frightening. I really do need to work more to keep the strength up.
I am staying out of the current debates now. I am so damned tired of the easily offended. My decision is to silently listen to their bawling, but pull the rug out from under them without any explanation every time I get a chance. The bigoted bungheads really need their sails trimmed …
But aside from all that, the world reels on from crisis to crises. The sun sets softly in the west and I can once again sit out in the darkness and pretend that the world really does believe that Freedom is not the right to say foul words when you feel like it.