A Deer In Headlights

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Most days I feel like I am treading water, getting nowheres. I vow every night I would do different. When morning comes I fall back into my old self. Later, later, always later. I should vow not to vow no more and just do. I am making good by starting right now, right here in this moment. I made a list last night on things I will do today. They are:

  1. I will clear the dining room table.
  2. Walk to the community garden to water our plot.
  3. Write a post for UBC.
  4. Make doctor’s appointment for August.

I’ve done number 4 and tackling number 3. My mind is not in a great space. We had a thunderstorm and some rain overnight. The good news is that I won’t have to water the gardens. The not so good is that there is a severe weather alert out for a long duration heat event starting tomorrow and lasting well into next week. These heat events are not so good for us older folks. I worry for my father. But we got lucky and have an appointment for him with his respirologist Monday morning.

Meanwhile there’s other storms in the world. The war in Iran continues. President Donald Trump is clearly showing he is not of sound mind at the Nato summit in Turkey, confusing Japan with Iran and Putin for Zelensky. The scariest part is not Trump, but the people who are still allowing him to be president. We are all in danger. I feel as if the whole world is a deer caught in headlights. My apologies for being negative and alarming.

Next on my list is my walk. As you can see, I am leaving the hardest for the last.

Thunderstorms

Another sunny 6 o’clock wakening this morning. It’s a good reason to sing Hallelujah! It looks like it could be another hot day and I don’t know what else. We had a very loud thunderstorm last night. It rumbled, rolled and echoed above the gunfire of the Dillinger movie we were watching. I did not check until it and the movie were over. By then, everything looked wet, peaceful and fresh. No damage in the garden that I could see.

Thunderstorms are unpredictable. The one that missed us a few days ago caused quite a bit of damage at our allotment garden. Hope that the storm missed it last night.

Dear reader, I’ve often arrive here late and not tending to your comments. So sorry. Know that I appreciate you. I’ve been experiencing my own personal thunderstorms since my mother passed almost 2 years ago. I’ve been feeling somewhat overwhelmed by all of life. Now, I have turned the corner. I am finding life very challenging. Peace is hard to come by. But at the same time life is very interesting and beautiful. There’s still so much to learn. It is like the garden, always changing, always growing. I will do the same – change and grow with it.

Lovage, goji berry, egyptian walking
onions, winter garlic on right hand side