Bleh, Change, Bleh in Everyday Ramblings

Our local science museum, featuring a new show on robots, is having an all night sleep over for adults. And yes, besides the planetarium show you can buy drinks and they provide a midnight snack.

It sounds like nerdy fun. I probably won’t go but I like the idea of going.

With Prosebox going away I need to up the ante on real life near by interactive fun.

I was feeling pretty discouraged after our local March For Our Lives that I participated in this last Saturday. It was large and well organized, about half the size of our local Women’s March. The weather was even better, it was just misting instead of the soaking rain I stood in for hours at the Women’s March.

My church was well represented and we had our “Standing On The Side of Love” banner and Mrs. Sherlock met me beforehand with our signs. She had to take off early to finish helping with the funeral prep for her neighbor of 40 years that she lost last month.

There were lots of kids and young people and honestly that kind of broke my heart. They shouldn’t need to stand in the cold damp with their friends and parents to express a desire to be safe in their schools!

Our local Congressman was there but kept a low profile; he is a great guy and a savvy politician. He has an F (failing grade) from the NRA and is quite proud of that. But lots and lots of people I know did not go to the march and it seems like no matter how moving the young speakers were and how incredibly mean the opposition was, that nobody that mattered was really listening.

Mrs. Sherlock said cynically last night as we were checking in with each other after class that the government has clearly shown that it doesn’t care about our kids. That made me sad too, because I tell you, if you look at our public schools and what we pay our teachers it sure as heck seems that way.

Everybody I know personally is getting older and things are changing for them. There is this part of our lives where we are working and middle aged and then one day we are older, nearing or in retirement. And things start to change again, sort of this slow unfolding reverse adolescence and our world gets smaller.

That is why Prosebox going away is so heartbreaking for me. I love to write, I enjoy it, this is recreation and creativity and communication for me; and many of you are not here in the U.S. I don’t want to write clever captions on Instagram or put up links on Facebook, or Pin stuff or even write a blog post!

You have all been right here. Wonderfully available, when, you are available to share things and to commiserate and laugh and cry and cheer and ferret out lies.

I will probably go back to OD (even though they haven’t found my old diary yet) but maybe not. It has been a challenge to find the time to be here in any sort of regular way the last six months.

It does seem like I need to focus on finding a couple of social groups, birders, yoga practitioners, writers that I can connect with in person to share the crazy little details of my long days, the challenges and all the goofy joys.

I am sad too because a whole bunch of trees are coming down in my neighborhood. I can think of about 8 in the last two weeks as new construction begins and my physical world continues to change.

Accepting change has got to be one of the toughest challenges out there.

Today I am not very good at it.

That too will change over time I bet.

In the meantime as we all go our separate ways, know that I appreciate each and every one of you and value all that your expression here has brought to my life.

You have widened my lens of perception in so many ways over the years we have been writing both here and on OD.

So this is my opening Thank You.

Thank you.

Last updated March 27, 2018