Today I’m sad. I’m sad for ALL the posts about: ALL dems or ALL repubs or ALL liberals or ALL conservatives. I’m sad about ALL X’s and ALL Y’s that are lumped together for whatever reason except venting and not problem solving. I’m sad for people who won’t take a moment to even try to look at things from the other point of view. I’m sad that people don’t trust science. I’m sad that people are promoted to jobs they aren’t qualified for. I’m sad for bosses that don’t think they need to know what their employees do each day. I’m sad for those employees. I’m sad for weather and climate and solar flares and meteors. I’m sad that Tech is spying on me. I’m sad for angry memes and bumper sticker politics. I’m sad when greed is more important than a life. I’m sad for people who are hated for being other or different or not the same. I’m sad for politicians that don’t know history. I’m sad for people who stop learning because it’s easy. I’m sad for people who don’t appreciate what they have. I’m sad for people that don’t have enough. I’m sad there are people that don’t know what sufficient is. I’m sad about judgment without knowledge and conjecture without context. I’m sad that hate is a thing. I’m sad that people think lying, cheating and stealing is ok. I’m sad about love ones lost. I’m sad that some don’t get that pass and suffer instead. I’m sad about a past imperfect and a future unsettled. Today I am sad. But I’m happy for tomorrow.
Author: Sprite
Dawn Patrol
Dawn Patrol
Dark and stormy night
A dark and stormy night
Have you ever noticed…
Have you ever noticed that when you get down to that last little bit of the shampoo bottle, and you go out and buy some new one, that smells like sunshine and happy thoughts, cuz you are tired of the old one that smells like dryer lint and dead leaves, that the last little inch never finishes. And you could through it out, because if you did the math it’s probably one 1/100th of a cent but you don’t, because you are responsible, but it never runs out. It just doesn’t.
Big Fat Liars
I come from a long line of big fat liars. A group of people that never let a fact get in the way of a good story. I will try to tell my story, with as little lying as I can, but I make no promises.
Tahoe
English Owls
Yellow Roses
Yellow roses capture my heart.
When I was a child my Grandpa Homer bought the empty lot next to his house and planted roses.
Just row after row of roses.
All kinds. Red, white, pink, yellow. I think, whatever was on sale, he bought and filled the lot with roses.
The first rose I remember him cutting off the bush and giving me was a yellow rose. Maybe there were others. I don’t know. But this is the first one I remember.
Given to me.
And since then, yellow roses to me are cheery, happy roses.
Some stories say they mean infidelity or jealousy, but I choose the newer meaning. Friendship.
My sister and I exchange yellow roses for every occasion.
Land that new job? Get that promotion? = Yellow rose
Anniversary? = Yellow rose
Sad? Car accident? Tonsils out? = Yellow rose
Death in the family? = Yellow roses
To me in the language of roses – yellow roses mean: I’m thinking of you. You are my friend.
At every home I have ever lived I have planted a yellow rose.
I hope the new owner knows: a friend once lived here.
Cure for a Bad Day
Today was a no-good very-bad day.
There is only one cure:
Courthouse
This one is for the photographer. You see something that looks like a good shot. You wait for that little bit of wind to stir the flags, you line up the building, the flagpole, determine your sky to grass ratio, make sure the tree is in focus and…. the guy on the riding lawn mower gets in the shot.
So you set it up again. Line everything up. Wait for the wind, wait for it, wait for it and the hint of a breeze and….. riding lawn mower man again!!!