How you come at us with such whimsical humor only to deliver a reality check. Yes, you have a salary, but there's that car you drive, and when it shakes on the highways of life, you might need some service. Live 24 hours without a car and Wola! the 15th of the month is gone, gone, gone. So much for stuffing that into savings.
Me and those damn homonyms.
I tried.
Looking optimistically, I did get the chance to go for a long walk from Perkins Subaru through Silver Sands in Milford (where I cross country ski) so I enjoyed the bird sightings, beach, and trails. Thank the Lord for Pam harvesting my chagrin while providing me free wi-fi. This one hurt. It's going to take me a while to recover, but at least the Hulk is driveable again.
Meanwhile, the ethicalela challenge was to write about hope and our definition for it. Today's prompt came from author Padma Venkatraman, and I used it to revise a poem I sketched several years ago. I still remember, 2014, when she sent me a copy of A Time to Dance, and how I shared it with all my teachers. 7 years later, I'm inspired to write a poem initiated by her for #verselove. All joy, every second of the day.
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