As it turned out, Jet (the car) needed more than just an oil change and tire rotation, so an appointment was required and Grant set it up for 0715 the next morning.
This time I passed up the opportunity of a drive. I am not opposed to going out early, but prefer it to be in daylight.
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The previous day’s trip to Bennington was also in search of a couple of items unavailable in Greenwich where we usually shop. Not that we found what we wanted.
At least the scenery was pretty!
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Gnarly branches appeal to me, why I don’t know, since in this instance they seem emblematic of the mess that has become life on planet Earth.
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For the past half hour I have sat here staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, asking myself what I feel, but I am unable to determine.
Empty, I suppose, since nothing else seems to fit.
Perhaps because I don’t want to feel at the moment as it could only be deeply sad.
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Our species seems unable to help itself, unable to be civilised.
There is no end to the cruelty, the viciousness, the debauchery and sheer wickedness.
And when all of those adjectives may be applied to the “Commander-in-Chief”, God help us.
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It was bad enough the first time, but displaying signs of dementia, it is obscene. Yet he is allowed to remain, sowing the seeds of discord with his vile words.
He insults, disrespects and rebukes anyone who does not praise him.
Disagree with him? Watch out.
It is seriously disturbing to have such a man at the helm.
Madness. Utter, irresponsible madness.
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Life in this country today is like being on a runaway train driven by a crazed lunatic, in the company of a large dysfunctional family having temper tantrums. We are headed for a crash that no-one can stop, certainly not the incompetent crew.
Try as I might, it is getting very hard to stay positive.
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Even the Highway Tabernacle is demoralised. They display messages intended to inspire.
“Be a fountain, not a drain” was a previous gem.
The spirit behind the above message could be expressed in two short words.
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Later this week we expect warming temperatures and rain which will turn our pretty scenery into a dreary mess.
Perhaps I could cultivate an interest in mud.
*“Mud, mud, glorious mud. Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.” etc..
*A song from very long ago by Swann and Flanders.
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And there is still pleasure ro be found in little things…
Really little!
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That’s an early start for car repairs! The Ladybird is good to have around, as it eats common garden pests and saves using insecticide. It’s undertsndable that you are being brought low by the antics of the orange slug, I would be too.
Best wishes, Pete.
Just remember, Carolyn, the next general election should change things for the better. In winter, your beautiful Ladybird should have a place of safety to hibernate, such as a bug hotel.
Joanna
I love your new friend!
This is just to say – that your posts make a (positive) difference to my day.
All of them
Isn’t it amazing how that little ladybird can walk upside down without falling – such little feet holding on tight! Yep, even if the good things are small, I suppose we just have to try our best to see a little golden edge around the dark cloud …