a friend died;
a snowstorm obliterated the craters left by my last carrot dig;
I made a video for my granddaughter (posted below);
I read some books but not as many as I want to;
I crocheted a squirrel (working on a fox);
I took my Mom to a doctor's visit - no, make that three;
I have felt a lot of things.
I have felt the insubstantial nature of life and the inelasticity of time.
I have felt the despair that comes from resisting inevitable change.
I am hopeless that our race will ever become kinder, or even less selfish.
And, then, I see something that raises my spirits.
Being human is hard. Sometimes, I don't see the point of our kind. And, then, in a flash, I do.