It’s been a tough week, Readers. I’ve had some really down days and I am struggling my way out. I am currently fighting off a serious restlessness. This is the time of year when I most crave travel.
I want to throw some clothes and road food into the car, pack up my camera and go find some off the road hidden hideaway, picnic beside the ocean or a waterfall, fill up a memory card with pictures of moving water and sand and rocks and green, green grass.
Alas, it isn’t happening any time soon.
Instead, I’m tripping my way through various “virtual tours” of places I long to go, and I’m puttering around in my “garden” on my patio. I have containers filled with succulents that have been loving the rain and not-too-cold temps, plus one salvia that got a little battered in the winds this past month and a lily of the valley that is finally blooming. Oh, and a couple of containers with gladiolas that my mother gave me last year. No blooms on them yet, but I’m hopeful.
I think I’ve probably watched every documentary on history or crime or nature or any mix thereof available on Netflix or Amazon. I think today I will turn to Disney+ for my entertainment.
How are you coping, Readers? Is there a great book you’d recommend? Or maybe some documentary or “based on a true story” movie I might have missed? Do you want me to do another poetry reading? Maybe some Edgar Allan Poe?
I have to admit I have a deep and abiding love for the way Mr. Poe put words together. I often read him aloud just for myself. There is a story of his that I rediscovered recently that I am consider reading on a Facebook live called “Some Words With a Mummy” and I would love to share it with all of you.
For now though, I will return you to whatever you were doing, and I’ll head out to try to find something I haven’t watched yet…or fall back on rewatching old favorites.
Please be safe, stay home, wash your hands and do something kind for yourself today. I love you all.