August 21, 2017
This is a world that at times does not make sense. That is most of every day. We all have our routines, and goals, sure, but we come across things and situations that we just can’t control or understand. And that stinks for those of us who like to both understand and control.
So you have to play the long game at times.
Today was a day that was productive locally. I’ve gotten many thousands of words down on formerly blank pages. My laundry and housework got done, my dog cared for and cleaned. My back hurts and I haven’t been sleeping well, but it could be much worse, as I could be laid up in bed permanently or even paralyzed, which I’m not. It’s about maintaining while building myself up.
The solar eclipse was a nice distraction for a few minutes. It reminded me of the dark and rainy days Portland has where sunlight is only a dream backed by a twinkle in someone’s eye from a distant memory from summertime. Basically, October through May. The really good days and the real reason to live in Portland anyway, if you ask me. I just had too much sun living down in Phoenix for the first 32 years of my life. It was time for something different.
But I didn’t know it would be this different.