Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Some of you saw Walter and his rock on

Instagram. It continues to be a source of great

pleasure or frustration, I'm not sure which

 as he whines while he rolls it.

( much clearer on IG click over on the right)

In between the rock is the hard place;

one that we are all too familiar with.

I am trying my best to keep busy

and productive but damn it's hard.

I'm nearly at 100 days of this.

It's now pushing 100 degrees here most days,

so gardening of any kind is limited to 

early morning hours if at all.

I'm keeping most pots on the porch,

so I don't have to wander the yard to water.

My head is not in the right place to 

be creative at the moment,

though I wish it were.

The studio beckons, but I sit and think 

up there creating zilch, while

Walter whines at the blocked off stairway.

I've cleaned, I've tidied, I've rearranged

a little, only to find 

it is needed again even with little activity,

so why bother?

Food delivery has hit a hiccup, 

our government is a disgrace and dangerous,

and I worry a lot about friends and acquaintances who

take none of this too seriously.

"I told you so" with tragic consequences.

Hmmmm

Not such a perky post,

but I'm guessing you've all been there.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Exactly the same as the day before except

the garbage will be collected.

My witty and goofy Tom and Hannah

entertain themselves with Friday Frownies

you can find here and here.

If you go to either of their profiles

and click on frowny or friday frowny

you can share in the goofy.

Last Saturday was the planned, now postponed,

wedding date for my son Ben and his love Helene.

Many of us sent food, plants, flowers

and happy thoughts.

They are handling the disappointment 

with grace. 

I say my prayers of gratitude

at the start and end of each day.

My kids and family are safe and healthy;

many folks around the world cannot say that,

so it's hard, but it's doable for however 

long it takes.

Our grandparents and their families,

were separated for years during the wars.

Immigrants today are kept away from family

for years. War torn countries today do not know if

their loved ones are alive.

We can certainly handle this without

tearing the country apart can't we?

Those who try to continue the divisiveness, 

should not be allowed to remain in power, 

be able to corrupt our judicial system, or

allowed to curtail our right to vote their asses out. 

Z