Tidied up my wild garden box this morning. And I brought some dead flowers/seeds inside to photograph. Those are garlic chives gone to seed.
Lovely fall day again today. But, I am so damn tired of COVID. I want my life back. I know. I know. I should be grateful that I have survived this far. But, I should be in Kona. I should be planning another adventure. But, my world has been reduced to a 2.5-mile radius circle. Because that is about as far as I feel comfortable walking. Since I am not allowed to take public transit. And heaven forbid that I would stop off for a restorative coffee along my way. Of course, I could pack my own coffee.
OK Peg, snap out of it. This is just a rehearsal for when I am really old and my world will be reduced to the inside of my apartment. Time to work on that gratitude thing.
Gratitude
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- The weather is great.
- Biden is headed to the White House.
- There is still relative peace in the land.
- My health is good.
- My weight is under control.
- I have a nice cozy apartment.
- I have lots of Kindle books to read.
- And audiobooks to listen to.
- There are lots of online resources that I have yet to tap into.
- I have good friends.
- And with any kind of luck at all room service will deliver a pretty good small bowl of cioppino in a green plastic box within the next couple of hours.
- The new Echo ZigBee mesh net is awesome. I am totally spoiled in less than a week.
- There is beer and cheese in the fridge. And coffee ready for Alexa to brew.
- So, there really isn’t one single thing wrong with this life. It’s a good life for an old woman. Better than I could have ever hoped for.
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