Signs of aging – This past week we had breakfast out. First time in a long, long time. Food was good but afterward I didn’t feel well. I’m sure they gave me caffeinated coffee instead of decaf. My body doesn’t tolerate large doses of caffeine, but it was more than that. I don’t eat a large breakfast especially early in the morning. It did in most of my day. Next time it’s toast and crumpets!
Speaking of aging – I was explaining to a retail person why I was selecting something. It’s easier to use the age card because that’s the reason. Then I got bombed with the “you’re only as only as you feel” “age is only a number” and all those other meaningless platitudes. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell that to my energy level. There is no shame in aging, and I don’t need anyone sugar coating the fact that some things are changing. It’s life and I’m still on the right side of the ground so that’s all good.
Hello normal, is this what you look like? – Most restrictions have been removed. The mask signs at stores have been removed. Except for some restaurants, workers no longer wear them. This should all be good yet I’m not getting comfortable. Too much weird stuff has been happening. I want to be prepared but I’m not sure for what.
Naming conventions – We picked out a carpet…finally. Carpet color names are as bizarre as paint and nail polish. Our color is bluff which is a light dusty camel. Most of the other names gave no indication what the color really was. What’s wrong with normal color names? It could include a descriptive. Denim blue gives you a really good idea of what it is. The contenders for our selection were named mystic, camello, lago, old country (what on earth does an old country look like?) and bronceaca. Lago was blue. All the rest were varying shades of off-white to taupe and camel.
Prayers and positive energy – No post today would be complete with my sincere wishes for the Ukrainian people. I’ve seen some heart wrenching photos this week. People clutching small children and pets. Dead people, lots of dead people. One old man and his cat broke my heart. If I could, I would have reached into the TV and saved them both. Why do humans do these atrocities to each other? Do they never have enough? When I was doing ancestry research on my country of origin (or the last one in the past two centuries as we all came from Africa), I found that the area my grandparents came from was conquered repeatedly. The Huns, Romans, Franks, Visigoths, Goths, Celts, Ottomans and even the Mongols marched through savagely pillaging, raping and killing the locals. The fact that humans survived is a miracle. Today we have the power to wipe ourselves out completely.
So how was your week?