Sunday, May 15, 2022

2022 Project 365 – Week Nineteen

I have nothing to say here. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves.
Sunday, May 8th        
I brought home a rose from church and Dr. M put it in a vase beside this picture of his mother. It’s been 11 years since she left us.

Monday, May 9th     
Seen around the yard. Pretty pretty!

Tuesday, May 10th   
No photo.
Wednesday, May 11th         
Today was the deadline for open enrollment at work. This is about 130 packets that I checked in. I’m still missing some, but we’re almost done with this part of the process.

Thursday, May 12th       
I have been parking PERFECTION lately, so you know I had to take a photo of this mess.

Friday, May 13th      
Did the squish – no issues this year. Yay!

Saturday, May 14th        
Dr. M & I decided that these San Diego uniforms look like the UPS softball team castoffs. Agreed?

I’m feeling kind of depressed about the world. The Handmaid’s Tale is coming to fruition. There was another racist mass shooting. I found this post from 2017 and can only think that nothing has changed at all. It’s actually worse, isn’t it? Does anyone have a good word to share with the group? Lift me out of my funk please!


  1. I've been in the same funk for over a month. I want to uplift you on that score, but I can't. I feel as if the DOJ is letting us all down, and mightily.

    And here's the thing: fundamentally, my life day to day has not changed. These issues don't directly affect me. But because I care about more than what I'm paying for a pound of chicken or a gallon of gas, I feel their effects. I know I'm a citizen of the world. I care about those who are directly affected (or will be).

    I know you are the same.

  2. It is a challenging time, no question. Just keep noticing the small things -- those flowers in your yard, for example. It's all about enjoying the small pleasures where you find them.

  3. It's a good time to be old is all I can come up with.

  4. A quiet walk in your yard with all the lovelies there might help. As for the world both near and far, I have no advise. It seems we all are in "The Handbasket" hurtling toward ..... someplace, hopefully not hell.


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