We have some really scuzzy old rose bushes here at The Asylum. They should be removed. But The Asylum is a final stop for old things. So, the rose bushes remain. A particularly frail bush produced this fine rose. Most likely it’s one and only rose of the season.
I can only imagine that someone wasn’t happy about signing in this morning.
And my neighbors are still getting through these trying times with a little help from Uncle Jimmy. I am glad that Carlton didn’t live to see vanilla bourbon.
I just want this over. I want it to go back to the way it was. But, it isn’t going to go back to the way it was. Ever. There is a new reality outside now. The young people will adapt to the new realities. And if I try really hard, so will I. But, young people are more flexible. They have more time. It is hard to reshape your entire world when you are somewhere between 75 and death.
Planes used to land every 30 seconds at National Airport. Anytime I slept with my windows opened I always knew when it was 6AM . That was when the first plane was allowed to take off. Traffic was down 50% in March and it must be down 75% now. As a result, the sky is crystal clear. But, I love going to the airport, getting on a plane and going somewhere.
Gratitude
Grateful to have all this time. Now, if only I can learn how to use it. Wisely.
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