Day 65

March 6, 2022

SUNDAY

 

Again the computer reverses my day. It turned out to be a beautiful day.  Diane and I went to the play and then sat on a bench in the sun for an hour.

I then went for my ride.  The rookery was so lovely and the muskrat family was out  playing next to the road.  I'm sure you can't tell the difference between reeds and heads, but there are heads in there, one adult and one younger one.  

They're not as conditioned to me as they are in the summer, but they stuck around a little bit.  

Chloe was out for a walk with Charmae.  We all got to visit for a bit.  She's such a sweet dog.  

Bridges is a play written by a local author, Christine Benvenuto about the conflict in Gaza.  It is well done and in its simple layout it spells out the complications and the generational trauma that is rooted in the conflict. 

Mud season was alive and well in the graveyard.  There was a haze over everything as the temperature went above 70 on Main St.  

This is the week that I tend to float through because of the multiple anniversaries that arise.  This year I won't be able to float, too many responsibilities this year.  Maybe that's good, I just got to remember that I'm triggered. and not bad.