A little levity from Slobbers to begin this post. Slobbers, my saving grace.
It has been quite a couple of years, hasn't it? Is the end in sight? Sometimes I think maybe, then again, I think not. Never-the-less, I've always tried to be a glass half full person.
As is true every year, there are things to be thankful for if nothing more than looking into your yard and seeing the birds hop around searching for seed or your kids playing with your dog. Normalcy, as it once was. For this I am thankful.
What I rue is the chaos that still reigns. The divisiveness that begets unrest and violence. The political philosophies and agendas that strive for power for a few and a bitter pill for the remainder.
It is so foreign to the America in which I grew up and I miss that America - terribly. The America I live in today is taking its toll. I'm old and for a very long time I never felt so. I do now. I've had two years of what could have been vibrant life, denied. Not by a virus but by those who would use it as a weapon of convenience. I find it hard not to resent them. I do resent them.
My level of patience is very low. I'm tired. I ache mentally and physically. I look at the table and there sits that glass. There is liquid in it to the half way point. Is it half full or half empty? I look out my kitchen door. Quail are scurrying across the yard. Little House Finches are splashing around the edge of the pond. A pair of Great Horned Owls are getting their zzzzz's in a willow.
I look back at the glass. It is half full. No doubt about it. And for that I am thankful.
