Fairly Conservative

Today I revisited Morocco and printed dozens of photos to see what would enlarge well. I also saw, according to my new birding friends, my first indigo bunting in the tree outside the workshop. Right now I’m listening to the thunder roll in.

The book is amazing. I didn’t get to bed until the wee hours last night because I was busy flipping pages.

I know things are crummy in Brookfield right now with the fire stations eminent and the ongoing arrogance from city hall. I’m sorry. I’ve begun to distance myself from it all, to be honest. Same with the school district who apparently is playing games again in getting information to the public. (It’s good fortune that the youngest is as stubborn and perhaps more capable than her dear mother and will indeed get through the system relatively unscathed. I can gratefully declare two years and counting…) Some things simply never change.

Maybe Nirvana is little more than ignoring the bullshit that surrounds you. Or is that olfactory fatigue? In any event, make time for your own corner of paradise in the next couple of days. You know how. Only you can give yourself permission to take the time necessary to rejuvenate.

Isn’t that what Spring is about?