This week I’m grateful: For taking breaks from one aspect (writing) to make room for other aspects (returning to the office and adjusting my routine to do so). That I was approved for a hybrid-schedule, allowing me work at home days (which also allows this introvert to rest and recover for the next in-office sprint). […]
The Fall air hits differentYesterday was windy, It messed up the yard.This morning, not as muchYet the wind is present.The wind hits different this morning.This morning, I look ahead There is a lot of day leftYet I feel something waning.It hits different.
The great part of yesterday? Getting to explore a little bit of Hetch Hetchy, a part of Yosemite that I have never been to before. The bad part of yesterday? Spraining my ankle on the trail. Some of the trails were super rocky!
This week, I am grateful: for extremely patient and helpful friends and strangers. a perfect-tasting honey crisp apple. For a coworker who has my back. For another chance.
I love the color but, I also planned on doing this photo challenge in just black and white (using the Acros film simulation). I couldn’t decide which to post so, here is both. Part of the micro.blog October Photo Challenge.
Day 6: Street 📷 I re-edited this photo (from 2006).
Day 5: Toy 📷 Part of the Micro.blog October Photo Challenge.
Declining through neglectand the fear of facingoneself, learning and realizingtruly,truly, how bad things have become.Fallen, disrepair,becoming obsoleteIf only due to a lack of effortand discipline.That momentwhen we decideto give in?That moment where we focuson turning the waywe look forward.
Day 4: Sharp 📷 Part of the Micro.blog October Photo Challenge.
A good recovery shouldmake us less vulnerable tofuture risks.It’s not a “step”.nor an item on a list.It is time. It is a process.Filled with empathy and careFilled with space, emptyand at times, silent.Allowing for anger, grief,denial, deflection, bitterness,depression.Giving way to acceptance, embrace,new knowledge, ingenuity, planning,hope.healing.
He curses the lightbulbsusing a sharp tongueFrustrated that each one dancesthrough life and unlife.In the office, one out.Replaced.In the kitchen, another.Replaced.Front porch, three go out.Replaced.Frustrated, he pulls too hardand sharp shards shatter.Replaced.
Day 3: Majority 📷 Part of the Micro.blog October photo challenge.
This week I’m grateful for supportive coworkers. for skilled tradespeople who helped me determine that our oven issues were not only parts that needed to be replaced, but a larger electrical issue with the outlet. for a “working again” oven in time for the weekend, to make bacon for breakfast (via oven, my favorite way […]
Part of the Micro.blog October photo challenge.
Looking for a way to “jumpstart” myself back into taking pictures regularly, I decided (last minute, as in just this morning) to participate in Micro.Blog’s October photo challenge.
Reciprocation isn’t mandatorybut it is nice.Reciprocation isn’t a requirementbut it is appreciated.Reciprocation isn’t automaticbut the effort is recognizedand will be thought aboutcontinually, warmly.Reciprocation can be silentand can speak volumes.Reciprocation isn’t normalwhich makes it valued.
A day later then planned, I sent my newsletter. I hesitated sending it because I didn’t feel that my thoughts around the Blue Bayou controversy were fully formed. They still aren’t. But I’m glad that I waited because a friend’s tweets helped to put some things into perspective.
This week I’m grateful: for hot coffee in the mornings and cold brew (over ice) in the early afternoons. for stores and companies that make it easy to return purchases. for a workweek with minimal meetings. for the quiet that comes with decreasing the time spent on social media sites. for an oven that’s working […]
I just don’t think my ancestors suffered so I could spend ten hours a day shifting pixels around to raise ad revenue for a corporation complicit in genocide. So I could forget their names, miss their funerals, never hold jesa. -Jefferson Lee, via aaww.org This is a great piece of fiction by Jefferson Lee.
As a Child, You Worried You Would Be an Orphan, written by Charlotte Pence, is so poignant. Especially now, when there are so many people (including my wife and I) working with and adjusting to their aging parents.