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My post on Wannabe Nature Photographer Site tonight

January-February 10th, 2011 Revisited.

Oh, how pictures do tell stories. Many times we forget days and moments. I have been becoming more and more disenchanted with social media and with people only communicating via those networks, but I realize that sometimes, all we have now is this connection. Many people we know don't share our interests or values or hobbies or endeavors. I see the value, and I appreciate it for what it means. This site has opened up the larger world of being one with nature to me. I love looking at all of the pictures of all of you out there in the natural world loving the creatures and flora and fauna. I stopped posting on my FB page but love coming here to see the beauty unfolding around the globe and so appreciate every person sharing what they see. I am thinking of Jim Croce tonight. Photographs and memories. And, Deja Vu. Hope everyone is enjoying their evening or making the most of what they can. Sometimes, that is as good as it gets.

Oh, by the way, I had to throw in the Molly pic. That's her in the Highlander in her relatively young age and the Highlander's relatively young age (we got the Highlander in October, 2005 and Molly in February 2007). We have been driving the Highlander since October 2005. I cannot begin to tell you of all of her adventures, and if she could talk, I am sure her stories might rival mine in terms of a life's journey. It is hard for me to let her go, but we will pick up our new (2019) Toyota Highlander Friday. I am sure many people find it silly to have emotional attachments to a vehicle, but this vehicle of mine has been with me through so many happy and mournful times and journeys. From the loss of my father and loss of a job to bringing Molly home with us at 7 weeks. To sandy beaches and the mountains. To hospitals where loved one's lives were ebbing and hospitals where new, wondrous beautiful lives were coming into this world. To poetry readings and nature walks and zoos and museums. To the voting booth and the homeless shelters and funerals and psychiatric hospitals and workplace trainings and the homes of family and friends and my clients. To parking garages and parking lots and fields in the middle of nowhere and wineries and obscure little art galleries. To work and home and home and work and visiting places and home. To teaching my youngest to drive and driving the oldest grandbaby many places.

For those who stayed with this very long post, thank you. I posted some nature pics and said what I wanted to say, and I thank you for reading and looking at the pics.

This one goes out to my husband

I was talking to you. I was talking to you. I was talking.

I had stopped talking to you.

And, you weren't listening, and you said,

Hold on. Hold on. I gotta do my push-ups but I can still listen.

You missed the entire point of interaction and being partners. You missed it.

I can't do much more.

Wednesday the twelfth of February

I had to look up the spelling for twelfth.  That's quite unacceptable.  There was a day I could spell anything.  But, that's not what this post is about.  I am starting the morning with gratitude.

I am grateful to be alive.
I am grateful for my children and grandchildren.
I am grateful for my Molly.
I am grateful for my home.

I ma grateful for all involved in getting food to me. This includes the farmer who grew the grain or crop or who tends to the cattle, chickens, hogs, and lambs.  Grateful for the person who catches the fish. Grateful for the workers who harvest the crops, catch the fish, take the livestock or fowl to be prepared for human consumption. Grateful to the butcher for handling those creatures with care. Grateful for the men and women who drive the trucks or pilot the planes or captain the ships that transport the food to the next stop where the next person inspects the food, sorts the good from the bad, and packages the food to move to the next stop. Grateful for the grocer who checks the food again and puts it on the shelf. Grateful for a means to travel to the grocery to get my food. Grateful for the animal whose life is lost that I may continue to live (which makes me think I need to be a vegetarian). Grateful for the abundance of fruits and vegetables available. Grateful for grains and dairy.  Grateful for things I need to use less of--paper towels, plastics--and to have an awareness that I need to find concerted ways to use less of them.

Grateful that I can breathe even though I am stopped up (like usual) and my eyes are watering constantly (likely dander and mold allergic response).

I am still morbidly obese and feel very uncomfortable in this body, but I am alive and my grandchildren love me like I am. 

I remain hopeful that one day I will not be a fat person.

Goals for today:
Clean the living room and kitchen (dust, sweep, mop)
Trim the plants
Clean the bathroom
Put my clothes away
Read
Play solitaire
Go outside (in between downpours)

Goals for this Thursday, the 6th day of February

Stay up more today
Take care of plants (water and trim them)
Hang up clothes
Take out boxes for recycling
Sweep floors
Mop and clean bathroom
Read

02022020

The date 02-02-2020 is an eight-digit palindrome that works in the cross-cultural formats of MM-DD-YYYY and DD-MM-YYYY.

The last time we had such a date was 908 years ago on 11-11-1111.

I need to just not do FB. No one cares.

I do not even know why I am bothering to share this. Perhaps because I am happy the Chiefs won and feel good tonight even though I don't like football and don't watch it. I have always liked this song, and I like this article about the song and its significance, but I will lay money that no one will read the article and probably most of you could care less about Beck or my thoughts. That's just a general observation of mine with FB. No one says much about anything I have to say. You guys may click like on a photo or recipe, and I appreciate that, but no one usually engages in a conversation here about a poem, music, books, or literature. Perhaps I am asking too much. So, I don't care tonight. I love the song and think it was pure genius on Beck's part. And, this shall vanish, as so very many of my posts do, tomorrow. For now, I shall listen to the song and ready myself for bed.

This is a post I shared on FB this evening. I would lay money no one will respond to this post. I shared an article from Spin magazine about Beck's song Loser.