Frustration. Disappointment. Disgust. Dismay. Disapproval... and that's just with Congress. All in all, for many reasons, I cannot call myself a fan of 2017. Part of me is tempted to pour it all out, every hill and trench, and heartache, and dark valley I've faced, including dirty laundry, because I want to believe that in the near future I will look back at all of this and sigh, maybe laugh, and give thanks for what we overcame. Then again, I'm not sure I have the stamina to list all of it, or the resilience to read it and keep my hope and faith.
After many days, my computer is back, and after updates and other tweaks, it's working, too. That's a good thing. Chango's expression is a very good thing, reminding me that humor goes a long way toward holding us together. It's supposed to rain this weekend, and I welcome that. My car survived another hiccup, the hollyhocks are about to bloom, Geoff put up pretty curtains in our bedroom. Good things. I saw a quail in our tree, and have heard them in the garden. It's already May, almost summer, closer to Thanksgiving! I gotta admit, to conquer frustration, disappointment, disgust, dismay, and disapproval I need to actively think about being closer to Thanksgiving, having lovely friends, crocheting, painting, napping, breathing. Ah... I think it's obvious, now, I will keep blogging. One way or another, I will keep looking for good, describing our journey, and sharing pictures of my cats, or goats, or chickens, or robots.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.