My Multiple Sclerosis has been a beast more days than not since my last post. I hate it and it hates me. I guess we’re even. Even so, life in these extraordinarily strange times has continued to flow on. Hubby is wrapping up grading finals this weekend and we’re both looking forward to him having a few weeks off before his summer schedule kicks off. He will be teaching from home again which makes me happy. It’s been so good to have human interaction during the day, even if it is just for short breaks between his classes.
Last week we joined what felt like half of our city in the parking lot of one of our area’s hospitals to see a B-2 Stealth Bomber fly over as a salute to the selflessness of our medical workers. I don’t know which I was more impressed with, the rare sight of two B-2s or the sense of unity and pride I felt seeing so many Americans come out to wave flags, clap, holler, and whistle as they flew over. To tell the truth, I’ve not felt much patriotism the last few years. Don’t get me wrong, I love my country and am grateful to be an American but the political tone and constant gamesmanship vomiting itself all over the media has not fanned the flames of my patriotic fervor. It felt good to see my fellow citizens come out in support of something that binds us together rather than tears us apart.
Hubby and I went to Target before the B-2s were scheduled to make their appearance. The line to check out snaked almost to the back of the store. It felt more like I was in line at an amusement park waiting to get to ride a new roller-coaster than the chance to buy toilet paper and Fruit Loops.
On the way home after the B-2s, this jacked up truck came roaring around us. I wonder what this guy is trying to compensate for with his huge muffler 🤔.
Speaking of compensations, one of the few (but best) I have from being immobilized on bad MS days is spending long hours with a snuggly cat tucked in my robe while sipping coffee.
I think being able to sit and watch nature from the comfort of my rocking chair on the back patio has not only kept me sane during endless days of forced rest, but has also given me something to look forward to. Here are a few snaps from my latest gallery of feathered friends…
I hope you and yours are both healthy and safe. God be with you!
2 thoughts on “Mid-May in Survival Mode”
Much love to you Amy. One reason I didn’t become a reporter is because I didn’t want to become the bearer of bad news all the time. It seems that all news is bad news. It is difficult to remember that in general many people love our country. I planted red/white/blue flowers in my front baskets this year..A first for me. I wanted to remember this time where we are re-learning what it means to be American. People over politics is my motto. If I cannot stand the politics any longer, then I disengage. I come from a family of vastly different politics (all the aunts/uncles do not have the same political leanings) (Well…except for 4 of them, but that is 4 of 6 kids…. They harshly/bluntly fought about these subjects and more! It takes a lot for me to be offended in a political discourse. However, at the end of the day, they were never entrapped by the tale that differences meant a division. No, they would plan for their next errr….”fun” round of it! Truly…Interesting.
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Always love reading your posts. I’ve always wanted a lilac bush…. not a green thumb by any means…. maybe I should finally take on that project…