I've been grumpy.
And in a quandry.
A blogging quandry.
You see, I blog about things that don't matter that much - in the scheme of things.
You could call blogging my own personal version of a selfie.
Normally I'm OK with being self-centered and indulgent.
And then the world butts in . . .
And important things happen - that reveal things about us that aren't very pretty.
Some can't bear to live any longer . . .
Some - still, to this day - can't be (or feel) safe because of the color of their skin . . .
Groups of men do unspeakable things in the name of "God". . .
And I've got nothin'.
Anything I say makes it seem as if I'm complaining.
But I have a great life.
My heart wants to lay down.
I've got no answers.
I'm not so sad that I can't move on or anything like that.
I've been painting furniture, gardening, sewing, and doing
I certainly can eat.
I just loose interest in talking about things that don't matter.
That's all I've got.
PS. I apologize deeply for the copyrights I broke. I really don't know how that stuff works. Please forgive me.